#that will confuse the heck out of Poseidon

[ahotpeaceofshit]

The Goddess Leucothea seeing Odysseus suffering and deciding to save him from Poseidon in the funniest way

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello author its me the on who requested the Love after death in both part and the others... I finally have courage to reveal muself and no longer anonymous.

First of all before i request another one (sorry for being greedy) i wanted to thank you for responding to my requests especially the angsty ones, you never failed me to give a comfort and motivation, i cannot thank you enough for that.

And now for my request if you remember my other request about ei reader x ror characters that you can't write due to being unfamiliar to the character?

I will ask you instead to write a ror x demi godess freader. She commonly use a weapon like lu bu when fighting but once her weapon breaks or she found a very strong opponent she use her katana. She summon it like in the gif in below.

Now the fun part is how would the ror charcters react? Would they ended up having a nosebleeds, ended up shy or tease them?

Gods

Thor

Poseidon

Shiva

Rudra

Budhha

Zero

Beelzebub

Loki

Ares

Hermes

Aphrodite

Humans

Kojiro

Adam (platonic)

Hercules

Jack

Lu bu and chen gong

Raiden

Qin shu huang

You can choose who to write because i know there is a lot of them😅😅😅😅

Ahh~ my sweet love, your angsty requests have been so much fun to write! I don’t mind you asking for another, you’re not being greedy, I’m just happy that you are patient while I write all these requests plus my own original works.

I do have one question however….

Why in the world does she have a sword between her titties?! I actually looked this up and watched the scene where she does this, and I’m just flabbergasted that she had it there!

-As a demi-goddess, you had the choice of fighting for either side, as both Zeus and Brunnhilde had approached you to fight, both knowing your skills as a fighter.

-You were initially going to refuse both of them, but after Zeus tried to command you, while Brunnhilde asked you, you chose to fight for humanity, not liking being commanded to do anything, something Zeus regrets as he lost a good fighter because he was so pushy with you!!

-Your opponent was strong, which excited you, as that meant you didn’t have to hold back!

-You swung your halberd with ease, and your opponent, Kand, a minor earth god, managed to snap the blade clean off, breaking your halberd.

-The other fighters and the audience in attendance called out in worry for you, as they didn’t want to lose someone like you, beautiful, powerful, and smart, you really were the whole package.

-Kand laughed at you, pointing a finger at you while he held his belly, “Can you still fight me Y/N?! Now that I’ve broken your only weapon!!”

-You glared and brought your hands up to your chest, “Who said that was my only weapon?”

-What could only be described as a black hole, opened at the top of your chest, on your cleavage, as you tilted your head back.

-A sword began to emerge from the black hole, glowing brightly as your hand lifted to the handle.

-Your eyes snapped open, glowing with power as you pulled out a beautiful katana from the magic black hole between your breasts, clutching it as the light faded.

-Kand was gawking, pointing rudely as his eyes were wide, “Where the heck did that come from?!”

-You charged at him, fast enough that it looked like you disappeared, before reappearing behind him as he fell, his head rolling off his shoulders.

-You pouted lightly, “It’s rude to ask a lady questions like that.”

-The crowds went wild, roaring loudly.

-Thor- Was stunned on how quickly the match ended, able to see that your katana was your true weapon, you were good with the halberd, but there was something natural about you holding a sword. He blinked once or twice, confused on how you were hiding that sword.

-Poseidon- Eyes widened only just slightly before relaxing as he watched you pull your sword out, before his amusement grew with how easily you took care of that weaker, cocky god. It made him curious about how strong you actually were.

-Shiva- Immediately turned to his wives, who were cheering for you, “Can you really hide stuff in your chest like that?” they just giggled, like they had a secret as Parvati spoke, “That’s a woman only secret~” but all three were impressed with your skills.

-Rudra- Eyes went wide when your halberd broke, but when the sword started to emerge from your chest, his jaw dropped, mouth hanging open before you pulled that out, completely stunned on where you got that sword!

-Buddha- Smirked, moving his lollipop to the other side of his mouth, finding it alluring and could instantly tell that your sword was your true weapon as you ended the fight so quickly after pulling it out. Then had to ruffle Zerofuku’s hair after the boy asked him if he had anything like that between his chest.

-Zerofuku- Was confused as to why you had a sword between your chest. He looked up at Buddha who had a big chest, wondering if he had anything between his own which got his hair ruffled by the taller god.

-Beelzebub- Was more intrigued with the magic that appeared there first, curious as to what it was. Froze, eyes wide when he saw you pulling the sword from your body, unable to look away.

-Loki- Looking disrespectfully, gawking with his tongue lolled out, full blush on his face as he could only gawk in awe. He wanted to get a closer look~

-Zeus- Cheering loudly, leading the charge of the cheers of the arena. He had never seen anything like it and he was so excited!!

-Ares- His whole head was bright red, staring shamelessly, blood dripping from his nose as he couldn’t believe what he just watched, gripping the arms of the chair tightly.

-Hermes- Amused by Ares’ reaction just a bit more, but was stunned with the magic that you used and even more so when he saw how big the actual sword was.

-Aphrodite- Giggled softly, hiding her mouth behind her hand, amused to see the reactions of others, but as a large chested woman herself, she knew well that any woman could hide things between or under her boobs, like knives~

-Hercules- Lifted a hand to his face to hide his blush, embarrassed to stare at you in such a way, but couldn’t take his eyes off of you, especially when you handled your opponent so easily.

-Kojiro- His face was bright red, watching you pull that from your chest, but he immediately focused on your form, his eyes widening as he saw you move, being one of a handful that was able to keep up with your moves.

-Jack- Was staring before he started, his cheeks warming as he turned, being a gentleman, not wanting to gawk at a young lady such as yourself in such a way. Was impressed with your skills with the sword however.

-Lu Bu- Could sense the power radiating from you, a feral grin appearing on his lips, wanting to fight you himself. However, he was one of the few that wasn’t bothered where you had your sword stashed.

-Chen Gong- Unlike his lord, as soon as you pulled that sword out he flew back, blood spurting from his nose, twitching on the ground. He didn’t even see the end of the fight.

-Raiden- A bright grin on his face as he watched you pull your weapon out, delight on his face as he found it attractive, “What a woman!” cheered loudly with the rest of the crowd.

-Qin Shi Huang- A bright smile on his face as he watched the scene, amazed by the magic that had appeared, wanting to know more about it, but very pleased watching the show.

-Adam- The time from when you pulled your sword out to being announced the winner was only about five seconds, but he was instantly glaring, exerting his pressure to those around him as he glared at them, ready to throw hands and lay waste to those who would say anything impure about his precious daughter!!

[alexwritingspot]

hii ! i LOVED your percy x reader sm!! and your writing is BEAUTIFUL !

ik you just posted recently but could you do percy x gn!reader with prompt 9? and possibly make it enemies to lovers? <3

Maybe even enemies can love each others…

prompt 9: “are you flirting with me? Took you long enough to understand it”

A shared punishment imposed by Mr. D, by the side of the great Percy Jackson leads you to finally face all the feeling that you had hid for so long…

A/n: Omg! Thank you so much! 😭😭😭 you have no idea how much this comment means to me, you literally made my day 🧡🧡 I’m not an English native speaker, so I’m always doubting about both my writing and my language skills, so having a compliment like this is just very appreciated! As always the prompt list is on my page. words count: 800

warnings: maybe cursing? Other than that none

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It wasn’t like you totally hated Percy Jackson. He saved your life more than once and was after all a nice guy. But he got under your skin, a whole lot. You hated how everyone at camp saw him as the perfect guy, the handsome boy with a golden heart who saved Olympus twice and had chosen to refuse immortality to help the camp, heck, even his fatal flaw was a merit! But you hated it because it wasn’t absolutely like that… ok, maybe it was. But you hated how no one pointed out his flaws.

So here you were, forced to a shared punishment with the son of Poseidon because you two had ‘disturbed’ Mr. D’s breakfast with your bickering. You pulled up your sleeves and put on a pair of gloves waiting for the torture to end. You two had to wash the breakfast dishes in the camp’s kitchen and you both were left alone since Mr. D had left.

You watched the water pour from the sink faucet as you held out an hand and waited for Percy to pass you a plate… except he didn’t. When you turned he was juggling with some apples found around. You let out a tired sigh “have you finished messing around or do I have to clean up all of this by myself?” Annoyance dripping from your voice. With a single move he stopped throwing the apples in the air and put them down on a near wooden table “you should enjoy your life more, you know?” He teased, a smirk was playing on his lips and Oh gods, how much you’d like to smack it out of his sneering face! But you couldn’t, so you simply turned your glare back to the sink and said nothing else, you had to bite your tongue to not retort back.

He then came closer to the counter with a pile of dirty dishes in his hands, a light was entering the window and kissing his face almost poetically, his green eyes shining bright… what were you thinking?! You forced yourself to simply take a plate and you started washing it, well aware of his eyes on you. “You’re just gonna stay there all day staring at me or you’ll actually help?” You asked him in a very serious voice, and he laughed, how dared that- “relax, we have plenty of time and if you didn’t notice I’m helping you” he said, clearly amused, you side glared at him “how, exactly?” He put down the pile of plates and took a step nearer “I carried here the dishes” he pointed out, you rolled your eyes, and turned your head once again to give him a warning glance to not make you anger, but you stopped the moment his face came into your vision. Why did he need to have such a pretty face, you wondered. You ended up doing all the dishes alone as he stood there, until finally he spoke “I like your eyes” he said, you turned, confused, he had that same playful light as always “you what?” You ask, looking at him, your face scrunched up in confusion “You heard me” he said smiling, as he got nearer “do you want to play 5 questions?” He asked, you turned fully, your back resting on the counter as you dried your hands, the dishes could have waited

“Wasn’t the game ‘20 question’?” He shook his head “It’s funnier this way, you have to choose the most important ones” He said, your shoulders were touching and, oh boy, you didn’t mind at all “Who starts?” You asked, he went straight to speaking up “what’s your favourite colour?” You laughed a bit at the irony of the question “what about the talk you made about three seconds ago about the fact that this way we had to do important questions?” You mocked him “you didn’t answer” he answered back, ignoring completely your statement “I like green” you shrugged “like my eyes?” He questioned “like your eyes” you confirmed “my turn… do you like someone?” You asked, sure that the answer would have been a positive one, even if strangely the thought made you jealous. “Yes, a certain child of y/g/p, who has a really smart mouth” he looked you in the eyes and you could swore he was looking into the depth of your soul. You stood there, processing the information with your mouth slightly agape. “Are you flirting with me?” You asked, in total disbelief, he took a step closer, placing his hand on your cheek, even if he was warm it made you shiver “took you long enough to understand it” and then he closed the gap between your lips, with the softest kiss someone has ever gave you…

A/n: Hope it reached your standards! Feel free to request anything else! 🧡🧡🧡

[audreyscribes]

do you think Ariadne accepts Dionysus's children as hers too? She is very loyal to her husband, so I only see Castor, Pollux, Dakota and any other child born to Dionysus being automatically "adopted" by her too or "I'm going to mess with my husband (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)" and claim his children as her right after him do the announcement (poor kid)

i.g:

Dionysus: this one is mine, don't worry *see the sign in the kid's head* ... My grape!

(they're both extremely cute together and the kids suffers with this)

Oh yeah, I can imagine that being the case. Between her and Dionysus when Ariadne was still mortal, apparently they had a lot of demigods; so in terms of demigod children, she probably understands this is just him being a god and still loves her greatly, so it’s just probably filling a need once in a while; why else we see only a literal handful of Dionysus demigods.

So yeah, I can imagine Ariadne accepting Dionysus’ demigods as her own in a way, much like Poseidon’s godly wife, Amphitrite, being very cool to his demigod children. Heck, Amphitrite made cookies for Percy! So it’s not out of the question.

Thus insert the amount of godly shenanigans just between this husband and wife that the Dionysus’ demigods are subjected to. It's also been confirmed by Percy that Ariadne has a strange sense of humour, so yeah I can see that scenario happening a few times, which is practically all the time

What’s also nice to know is that Ariadne is the Cretan Goddess of Labyrinth and Paths, right before she was absorbed into the Greek pantheon. So you can imagine there’s some connotations…afterall, if you’ve ever been in a Labyrinth before, you probably have gotten mad trying to get out…but most importantly, just imagine getting minor blessings or gifts from Ariadne, especially those that involve weaving because of her iconic magic ball of yarn, she is considered the goddess of weaving in a sense. Prepare to get a lot of blankets/quilts, sweaters and socks for Winter Solstice/Christmas from her. There’s also a stretch to say Ariadne is to connected to her roman counterpart, Libera, is a minor goddess of wine with chthonic attributes too, so like can you imagine seeing the floating grape floating above the kid’s heads, and people thinking oh Mr. D is straight up claiming them normally, and him inwardly sighing at his wife’s antics. So very, “MY GRAPE!” 

It’ll be a very confusing but fun times ahead. 

Thanks for the ask and I hope you have a nice day! ヾ(•ω•`)o

[mask131]

All this talk about Satan got me going. There are two Silly Symphonies that stick out in my mind.

1929 Disney animated an entire short called Hells Bells and another was created during 1934 which was called The Goddess of Spring. It's like a cross between Greek and Judeo Christian beliefs if you take a look at it.

Persephone's husband is basically Old Scratch.

Oh I knew of Hells Bells! Sweet memories :)

Now the Goddess of Spring I vaguely knew of, because I saw the thumbnails here and there (and some pictures were used in Lanal del Rey's fan made video clips). I just decided to watch it due to your ask, and this is fascinating because this actually proves further a point I was making.

Aka how Disney pushed the envelope when it came to confusing Hades with the devil, and have doing that since 1934!

And we went from the myth of Persephone being reinterpreted as the devil stealng away the spirit of spring:

... to the Hercules movie where Hades is a stand-in for Satan. I mean just look at how the concept art originally wanted to depict him!

In fact, this reminds me of something I wanted to talk about before, with Disney's depiction of Hades - and I don't recall if I said it before or not?

You can see how Disney tweaked the role of Hades into becoming "the Ancient Greek Devil" by having being associated with fire. It is MASSIVELY revealing because fire isn't inherently associated with death or the world of the dead in Greek mythology. It is true that there are bits of fire in the Underworld (the Phlegeton, the punishment of Ixion), but this is really rare - because the Greek Underworld was actually perceived as a place of darkness where no light could shine, as a realm populated by shadows and thus without the warm of bodies, as a place of silence where you need to give blood to the dead to allow them to speak again... Fire in Greek mythology was rather tie to life, activity and more positive things - Hestia and the hearth, Hephaistos and the forge...

So Hades becoming a being of fire was again, adding a very clear Christian subtext to the movie. Heck, depicting Hades as "fiery-like" and constantly getting angry was also a strong misinterpretation of the original character - which paved the way for many more incarnations of Hades in meda who is just the devil by another name - because the main thing with Hades was that he had no emotion. He was this harsh, cold god with a heart of steel - who did not know pity, kindness or joy, but the same way he ignored things like rage and anger (which were more Poseidon or Zeus' territory). It took something exceptional to make him feel pity (Orpheus' song), and likewise it took something exceptional to make him feel angry (the removal of Persephone). It all tied to ths characterization of the Underworld as a place of darkness and silence, a sort of still and quiet emptiness devoid of all the feelings and emotions of the world of the living.

Anyway this is just my morning rambling X)

[jazzy---j]

Daughter of Poseidon: The Lightning Thief

“even the gods have to bow to fate”

Chapter Summary: Cassie wakes up and her reality is altered by a horse, a drunkard, and a guy who seriously needs to learn that its rude to stare. Percys' there too.

Masterlist >>> Read on ao3 (5/23)

We Play Pinochle With A Horse

Pain. That’s all I felt as I drifted in and out of consciousness.

I must’ve woken up several times, but what I heard and saw made no sense, so I just passed out again.

What I do remember lying in a soft bed as I tried to open my eyes and everything ached.  When I finally managed to crack them open I gazed at the white linen ceiling of... what I want to say is a tent?

I groaned, as my head throbbed. I slowly turned my head to the right seeing a bed opposite mine, with my brother laid out upon it drooling in his sleep as usual. In any normal situation, I would have laughed and taken a picture to show his future girlfriend or something but, I was too confused and in pain to even come up with a half-decent thought.

A faint scraping sound could be heard from the other side of the room. I turned my head and craned my neck to see what the source was only to find a person.

My eyes swam and everything looked fuzzy but I could tell it was a boy about my age maybe older on a three-legged stool. His blonde hair was so long it covered much of his face as he looked down intently at something in his hands.

The scraping sound continued as I glanced down at the boy's hand to see him methodically sharpening a switchblade. The way he held it was as if he knew what he was doing.

As if that is the most normal thing in the world.

Let me give you a hint... it’s not.

I groaned again and his head snapped up. I was met with the warmest brown eyes I had ever seen. 

For a moment he just stared at me. His focus was so intense all I wanted to do was move out of his line of sight. I studied his face from the cut on his eyebrow to the patchy stubble on his jawline.

Despite how terrible I felt I knew he was the most handsome guy I’d ever seen.

And as his face broke out into a grin so mischievous I realized that he was also a lot of trouble.

“So, you’re not dead,” he said as he leaned back in the chair flipping the knife. 

I only blinked, too dazed to answer.

His dark eyes seemed to dance, ”s’okay I didn’t expect much of a conversation. Just wanted to see the kids who killed the Minotaur. Wondered if you were worth all the hype.”

He kicked his steel-toed boots on a nearby table, “Can’t say I’m impressed,” he chuckled.

Wow, this dude is a dick. 

My eyes started to droop, already tired of this irritating exchange.

The stranger cocked his head to the side, “maybe you’ll be more interesting when you're awake.” 

He hopped up and sauntered closer to me and put a finger over his lips in a silent shushing motion.

Didn’t this boy know it was rude to shush people? The feeling of annoyance grew as I drifted further into unconsciousness.

”Don’t tell anyone I was here,” he said as he winked at me and started walking away.

Darkness swallowed me.

When I finally came around for good, I was laying in the same cot as before. I turned my head again to where Percy should have been. 

He wasn’t there.

I started to panic. I had just been hunted by a giant bull-man and lost my mom all in one night. Let alone the fact that I don’t really know where I am.

I sat up, clutching my bandaged side, and looked around. I was in the same cabin as before with wooden pillars standing in between the worn, thick, off-white linens making up the walls. Rows of cots, like the one I was in, lined the sides of the tent. On shaky legs, I walked down the aisle between the cots to the door on the other side of the room.

I had to find Percy and figure out where the heck we were.

I stumbled onto the porch of the cabin and was met with the blinding sun. Once my eyes adjusted I saw a meadow with green hills in the distance with the breeze smelling faintly like strawberries.

There was nothing explicitly weird about my surroundings, except that they were way nicer than I was used to. To my right, Percy was sitting in a deck chair on the huge porch, with a blanket over his legs, and a pillow behind his neck. He was starting to open his eyes and look around. I let loose I a breathe I didn't know I was holding. Thank whoever is listening that he is okay.

On the table, next to his were two tall drinks. They looked like iced apple juice, with a green straw and a paper parasol stuck through a maraschino cherry.

Percy reached for one of the glasses and almost dropped it once he got his fingers around.

“Careful,” a familiar voice said

I whipped my head around to the left at the sound. Grover was leaning against the porch railing, looking like he hadn’t slept in a week. Under one arm, he cradled a shoebox. He was wearing blue jeans, Converse hi-tops, and a bright orange T-shirt that said CAMP HALF-BLOOD.

Just plain old Grover. Not the goat boy.

“You two saved my life,” Grover said noticing my line of sight. “I... well, the least I could do... I went back to the hill. I thought you might want this.”

Reverently, he passed the shoebox into my hands.

I looked down at the box blankly, then back up at Grover. The look on his face wiped away all the relief from seeing Percy.

I opened the box and inside were two black-and-white bull’s horns, the bases jagged from being broken off, the tips splattered with dried blood.

Holy shit it was real. That night really happened. I was stunned.

I shoved the box in Percy's lap like it burned me. I didn't want to look at them, I didn't want to touch them. Those horns were just some cruel reminder that my mom was gone. 

Percy just stared at the horns silently.

“The Minotaur,” he finally said. “Um, Percy, it isn’t a good idea—”

“That’s what they call him in the Greek myths, isn’t it?” Percy demanded. “The Minotaur. Half man, half bull.” Grover shifted uncomfortably. “You’ve been out for two days. How much do you remember?”

“My mom. Is she really...”

Grover looked down.

Tears welled in my eyes as I stared across the meadow. There were groves of trees, a winding stream, acres of strawberries spread out under the blue sky. The valley was surrounded by rolling hills, and the tallest one, directly in front of us, was the one with the huge pine tree on top. Even that looked beautiful in the sunlight.

Our mother was gone. The whole world should be black and cold. Nothing should look beautiful.

“I’m sorry,” Grover sniffled. “I’m a failure. I’m—I’m the worst satyr in the world.”

He moaned, stomping his foot so hard the shoe came off. Percy and I watched the Converse hi-top come off the roll on the floor and The inside was filled with Styrofoam, except for a hoof-shaped hole.

“Oh, Styx!” he mumbled. Thunder rolled across the clear sky.

As he struggled to get his hoof back in the fake foot, I tried really hard not to laugh through my tears and look like a complete psycho. Because this was so ridiculously cool, terrifying, and heartbreaking all at the same time. Just an emotional overload and I did not know how to handle any of it.

Grover was a satyr.

I was ready to put my life on the fact that if you shaved his curly brown hair, you'd find tiny horns on his head. It was almost too much.

Not only that but, Percy and I were alone. We were orphans. We would have to live with...Smelly Gabe?

Hell no. No way.

That would never happen. I would live on the streets with Percy first. We'd take care of each other and join a street gang or something. We'd do something. 

Grover was still sniffling. The poor kid—poor goat, satyr, whatever— looked as if he expected to be hit. Percy said, “It wasn’t your fault.”

“Yes, it was. I was supposed to protect you.”

“Did our mother ask you to protect us?” I asked 

“No. But that’s my job. I’m a keeper. At least...I was.”

“But why...” Percy tried, fatigue lacing every word.

“Don’t strain yourself,” Grover said. “Here.” Grover helped Percy hold the glass and put the straw to his lips.

I rolled my eyes at their bromance and grabbed the second drink on the table.

Once I moved it to my lips I recoiled at the taste, because it looked like apple juice and I was expecting apple juice. It wasn’t that at all.

Drinking it, my whole body felt warm and good, full of energy. My grief didn’t go away, but I felt as if my mom had just brushed her hand against my cheek, given me a cookie the way she used to when I was small, and told me everything was going to be okay. Before I knew it, I’d drained the glass. I looked to see Percy had done the same.

“Was it good?” Grover asked. I nodded. “What did it taste like?” He sounded so wistful.

“Sorry,” Percy said. “I should’ve let you taste.” Grover’s eyes got wide. “No! That’s not what I meant. I just...wondered.”

“Chocolate-chip cookies,” Percy said. “My mom’s. Homemade.” He sighed. “And how do guys you feel?” “Like I could throw Nancy Bobofit a hundred yards," I said perhaps too enthusiastically. Percy looked at me proudly and we fist-bumped. 

“That’s good,” he said. “That’s good. I don’t think you could risk drinking any more of that stuff.” “What do you mean?" Percy puzzled. He took the empty glass from Percy gingerly, as if it were dynamite. Based on his reaction I set mine down quickly.

“Come on. Chiron and Mr. D are waiting."

"Wait... Chiron? As in Chiron from the myths?" I asked. 

"Yes Cassie, that Chiron," Grover answered.

"But-,"

"Come on Cassie, they'll explain everything." And with that Grover started walking away. 

I glanced at Percy uncertainly.

He sighed, standing up with a box of horns clutched to his chest, "Let go get some answers, Cassie."

We both followed Grover along the porch wrapped as we walked all the way around the farmhouse. Grover offered to carry the Minotaur horn, but Percy held on to it.

I felt a pained pang in my chest. I didn't want to touch the box. It was just a reminder of what we lost.

I hate reminders.

Percy must have sensed my train of thought and he mutely wrapped his free arm around my shoulder. It was times like these that I really felt like a little sister.

As we came around the opposite end of the house, my breath caught in my throat.

We must’ve been on the north shore of Long Island because, on this side of the house, the valley marched all the way up to the water, which glittered about a mile in the distance. Between here and there, I simply couldn’t process everything I was seeing. The landscape was dotted with buildings that looked like ancient Greek architecture—an open-air pavilion, an amphitheater, a circular arena—except that they all looked brand new, their white marble columns sparkling in the sun. In a nearby sandpit, a dozen high school–age kids and satyrs played volleyball. Canoes glided across a small lake. Kids in bright orange T-shirts like Grover’s were chasing each other around a cluster of cabins nestled in the woods. Some shot targets at an archery range. Others rode horses down a wooded trail, and, unless I was hallucinating, some of their horses had wings.

Down at the end of the porch, two men sat across from each other at a card table. A brown-skinned girl and the brown-eyed boy who rudely visited me were leaning on the porch rail next to them. Now that I was conscious I could see the boy more clearly. His hair wasn't as long as I had originally thought it was just long enough to curl around the nape of his neck and hang in front of his eyes framing his face. He was wearing black tactical pants with steel-toed combat boots. This contrasted with the bright orange t-shirt that the girl also wore.

In his black finger-less gloved hands, he was sharpening a different blade from the last time I saw him. Who the hell is giving this kid multiple knives? Just another question to add to my growing list.

The sitting man to my left was small, but porky. He had a red nose, big watery eyes, and curly hair so black it was almost purple. He looked like those paintings of baby angels—what do you call them, hubbubs? No, cherubs. That’s it. He looked like a cherub who’d turned middle-aged in a trailer park. He wore a tiger-pattern Hawaiian shirt, and he would’ve fit right in at one of Gabe’s poker parties, except I got the feeling this guy could’ve out-gambled even my stepfather.

“That’s Mr. D,” Grover murmured to Percy and I. “He’s the camp director. Be polite. The girl, that’s Annabeth Chase. She’s just a camper, but she’s been here longer than just about anybody. That guy over there is Markus Kazakov, also a camper. And you already know Chiron....”

He pointed at the guy whose back was to me.

First, I realized he was sitting in a wheelchair. Then I recognized the tweed jacket, the thinning brown hair, the scraggly beard.

“Mr. Brunner!” Percy cried.

The Latin teacher turned and smiled at us. His eyes had that mischievous glint they sometimes got in class when he pulled a pop quiz and made all the multiple-choice answers B.

So chaotic.

“Ah, good, Percy, Cassie,” he said. “Now we have four for pinochle.” He offered Percy and me a chair on either side of Mr. D, who looked at me with bloodshot eyes and heaved a great sigh. “Oh, I suppose I must say it. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. There. Now, don’t expect me to be glad to see you.”

Who pissed in that guy's cornflakes? 

“Uh, thank you?" I said as I quickly took the set next to Percy instead of the morose drunk adult man. 

“Annabeth?” Mr. Brunner called to the blond girl.

She came forward and Mr. Brunner introduced us. “This young lady nursed you two back to health. Annabeth, my dear, why don’t you go check on Percy’s and Cassie's bunk? We’ll be putting them in cabin eleven for now.”

Annabeth said, “Sure, Chiron.”

She was probably my brother's age, maybe a couple of inches taller, and a whole lot more athletic-looking. With her deep brown skin and her blonde hair, she was almost exactly what I thought a stereotypical California girl would look like, except for her eyes. They were startling gray, like storm clouds; pretty, but intimidating, too, as if she were analyzing the best way to take me down in a fight.

She glanced at the minotaur horn in Percy's hands, then back at him. I had no idea what she was gonna say but I didn't expect her to tell my brother, “You drool when you sleep.” Then she sprinted off down the lawn, her blond braids flying behind her.

I snickered as Percy frowned in my direction, "I like her," I told him.

He just rolled his eyes. 

I shifted my eyes back to the boy, Markus, and was startled to find that he was no longer looking at his knife but right at me. Thick blonde hair hung in from of his warm brown eyes. He wore no real expression on his face just a blank slate. None of that earlier arrogance, interest, or swagger remained in his body language. He just continued to stare at me.

He was freaking me out.

"Don't you have a weapon shed to clean, boy?" Mr. D said with a raised eyebrow.

That seemed to snap him out of his stupor as he straightened and slid the now-honed to a point, dagger, into an empty slot on the knife-lined bandolier hanging across his chest. He nodded to Mr. Brunner, who responded with a smile and walked off the porch into the distance without a word.

Once he was gone I let go of a breath I didn't know I was holding.

Percy turned to me with a confused look on his face.

I shrugged in response. I had no explanation for that. And you know what? I don't even want to know what that was about. It's too much too fast. First things first, find out what the hell is going on and where we were.

“So,” I said, anxious to change the subject. “You, uh, work here, Mr. Brunner?” “Not Mr. Brunner,” the ex–Mr. Brunner said. “I’m afraid that was a pseudonym. You may call me Chiron.” “Okay…” I responded, not fully getting it.

So wait... he was THE Chiron? 

“And Mr. D...does that stand for something?” Percy asked. Mr. D stopped shuffling the cards. He looked at Percy like he'd just belched loudly. “Young man, names are powerful things. You don’t just go around using them for no reason.” “Oh. Right. Sorry," Percy mumbled confusedly.

I was silent. Still, trying to figure out how Mr. Brunner was Chiron? I mean he wouldn’t even still be alive.

“I must say, Percy,” Chiron-Brunner broke in, “I’m glad to see you and your sister alive. It’s been a long time since I’ve made a house call to a potential camper. Let alone two. I’d hate to think I’ve wasted my time.”

“House call?” Percy mimicked.

“My year at Yancy Academy, to instruct you. We have satyrs at most schools, of course, keeping a lookout. But Grover alerted me as soon as he met you two. He sensed you were something special, so I decided to come upstate. I convinced the other Latin teacher to...ah, take a leave of absence.”

I tried to remember the beginning of the school year. It seemed like so long ago, but I did have a fuzzy memory of there being another Latin teacher during my first week at Yancy. Then, without explanation, he had disappeared and Mr. Brunner had taken the class.

“So you murdered the old Latin teacher and came to Yancy just to teach us?” I asked.

That sounded a little intense just to teach a couple of mentally challenged kids.

Chiron chuckled "No, Cassie I did not murder anyone. As for coming to Yancy, honestly, I wasn’t sure about you at first. We contacted your mother, let her know we were keeping an eye on you in case you were ready for Camp Half-Blood. But you still had so much to learn. Nevertheless, you made it here alive, and that’s always the first test.”

“Grover,” Mr. D said impatiently, “are you playing or not?” “Yes, sir!” Grover trembled as he took the fourth chair, though I didn’t know why he should be so afraid of a pudgy drunk man in a tiger-print Hawaiian shirt.

“You do know how to play pinochle?” Mr. D eyed Percy suspiciously. “I’m afraid not,” he said. “I’m afraid not, sir,” Mr. D said. “Sir,” Percy repeated a little annoyance slipping into his voice. Mr. D either didn't hear it or didn't seem to care.

"What about you girl?" Mr. D said looking in my direction. I shrugged and said, "I've played." “Well at least one of you isn't a lost cause,” he told me, “it is, along with gladiator fighting and Pac-Man, one of the greatest games ever invented by humans. I would expect all civilized young men and women to know the rules.” “I’m sure the boy can learn,” Chiron said.

Percy finally cracked “Please,” he said, “what is this place? What are we doing here? Mr. Brun—Chiron—why would you go to Yancy Academy just to teach us?”

Mr. D snorted. “I asked the same question.”

The camp director dealt the cards. Grover flinched every time one landed in his pile.  I quickly grabbed my pile and looked through it. 

Hmmm, not a bad hand.

Chiron smiled at us sympathetically, the way he used to in Latin class, as if to let me know that no matter what my average was,  Percy and I were his star students. Like he expected me to have the right answer and believed I did, deep down.

I didn't, obviously. But it was still nice to be believed in.

“Percy,” he said. “Did your mother tell you nothing?”

“She said..." he started, brows furrowed, trying to remember, ”she told me she was afraid to send us here, even though my father had wanted her to. She said that once we were here, we probably couldn’t leave. She wanted to keep us close to her.”

“Typical,” Mr. D said. “And for her to have two of you, that’s how they usually get killed. Young man, are you bidding or not?”

“What?” Percy asked. He explained, impatiently, how you bid in pinochle, and so Percy did.

“I’m afraid there’s too much to tell,” Chiron said. “I’m afraid our usual orientation film won’t be sufficient.”

“Orientation film?” I asked looking over my cards.  “No,” Chiron decided. “Well, Percy. You know your friend Grover is a satyr. You know”—he pointed to the horn in the shoebox—“that you and your sister have killed the Minotaur. No small feat, either. What you may not know is that great powers are at work in your life. Gods—the forces you call the Greek gods—are very much alive.”

Percy stared just stared at Chiron.

Hold up!

I waited for somebody to yell, "Haha you idiot you actually believed that! Of course, there is a real explanation". But as I started to really think about what happened last night, and really what had been happening my entire life it was starting to make sense. It was the only thing making sense about this whole situation.

But all I got was Mr. D yelling, “Oh, a royal marriage. Trick! Trick!” He cackled to me as he tallied up his points.

“Mr. D,” Grover asked timidly, “if you’re not going to eat it, could I have your Diet Coke can?” “Eh? Oh, all right.” Grover bit a huge shard out of the empty aluminum can and chewed it mournfully.

I just stared at him. I swear I felt my brain melt a little bit out of my ears.

Grover chewing the can was another thing I wanted to ask about. But, I shook myself mentally. One thing at a time Cassie.

“Wait,” I told Chiron. “You’re telling me there’s such a thing as God.”

“Well, now,” Chiron said. “God—capital G, God. That’s a different matter altogether. We shan’t deal with the metaphysical.”

“Metaphysical? But you were just talking about—”

“Ah, gods, plural, as in, great beings that control the forces of nature and human endeavors: the immortal gods of Olympus. That’s a smaller matter.” “Smaller?” “Yes, quite. The gods we discussed in Latin class.” “Zeus,” Percy said. “Hera. Apollo. You mean them.” And there it was again—distant thunder on a cloudless day.

I looked at the sky and raised my hand in a placating way as if to say, "Sorry, and please excuse my brother."

“Young man,” said Mr. D, “I would really be less casual about throwing those names around if I were you.”

“But they’re stories,” Percy said. “They’re—myths, to explain lightning and the seasons and stuff. They’re what people believed before there was science.”

“Science!” Mr. D scoffed. “And tell me, Perseus Jackson”—I flinched when he said Percy's real name, which he had not told anybody— “what will people think of your ‘science’ two thousand years from now?” Mr. D continued.

“Hmm? They will call it primitive mumbo jumbo. That’s what. Oh, I love mortals—they have absolutely no sense of perspective. They think they’ve come so-o-o far. And have they, Chiron? Look at this boy and tell me.”

I wasn’t liking Mr. D that much, but there was something about the way he called Percy mortal, as if...he wasn’t. It was enough to put a lump in my throat, to suggest why Grover was dutifully minding his cards, chewing his soda can, and keeping his mouth shut.

“Percy,” Chiron said, “you may choose to believe or not, but the fact is that immortal means immortal. Can you imagine that for a moment, never dying? Never fading? Existing, just as you are, for all time?”

“You mean, whether people believed in you or not,” Percy said hesitantly.

“Exactly,” Chiron agreed. “If you were a god, how would you like being called a myth, an old story to explain lightning? What if I told you, Perseus Jackson, that someday people would call you a myth, just created to explain how little boys can get over losing their mothers?”

Whoa, ok that was uncalled for.

My heart pounded. He was trying to make us upset for some reason, but I wasn’t going to let him. I closed my eyes and counted to ten. Breathing in through my mouth and out through my nose.

Percy said, “I wouldn’t like it. But I don’t believe in gods.”

“Oh, you’d better,” Mr. D murmured. “Before one of them incinerates you.” Grover said, “P-please, sir. He’s just lost his mother. He’s in shock.”

“A lucky thing, too,” Mr. D grumbled, playing a card. “Bad enough I’m confined to this miserable job, working with a boy who doesn’t even believe!”

He waved his hand and a goblet appeared on the table, as if the sunlight had bent, momentarily, and woven the air into glass. The goblet filled itself with red wine.

Percy’s jaw dropped, but Chiron hardly looked up.

Huh, so that explains the morose drunkenness. 

“Mr. D,” Chiron warned, “your restrictions.” Mr. D looked at the wine and feigned surprise. “Dear me.” He looked at the sky and yelled, “Old habits! Sorry!” 

More thunder.

Mr. D waved his hand again, and the wineglass changed into a fresh can of Diet Coke. He sighed unhappily, popped the top of the soda, and went back to his card game.

Chiron winked at me. “Mr. D offended his father a while back, took a fancy to a wood nymph who had been declared off-limits.”

“A wood nymph,” I repeated, still staring at the Diet Coke trying not to gag.

Why would you willingly drink Diet Coke?

“Yes,” Mr. D confessed. “Father loves to punish me. The first time, Prohibition. Ghastly! Absolutely horrid ten years! The second time—well, she really was pretty, and I couldn’t stay away—the second time, he sent me here. Half-Blood Hill. Summer camp for brats like you. ‘Be a better influence,’ he told me. ‘Work with youths rather than tearing them down.’ Ha! Absolutely unfair.”

Mr. D sounded about six years old, like a pouting little kid. “And...” Percy stammered, “Your father is...” “Di immortales, Chiron,” Mr. D said. “I thought you taught this boy the basics. My father is Zeus, of course.”

I ran through D names from Greek mythology. Wine. The skin of a tiger. The satyrs that all seemed to work here. The way Grover cringed as if Mr. D were his master.

“You’re Dionysus,” Percy said. 

“The god of wine,” I added. Proud of myself that I remembered.

Mr. D rolled his eyes. “What do they say, these days, Grover? Do the kids say, ‘Well, duh!’?”

“Y-yes, Mr. D.”

“Then, well, duh! Percy Jackson. Did you think I was Aphrodite, perhaps?”

“You’re a god.” 

“Yes, child.” 

“A god. You.”

I flinched.

My brother is trying to get himself killed. Don’t anger the drunk god! Obviously!

He turned to look at Percy straight on, and I saw a kind of purplish fire in his eyes, a hint that this whiny, plump little man was only showing the tiniest bit of his true nature. 

“Would you like to test me, child?” he said quietly.

 I kicked Percy under the table for being an idiot.

“No. No, sir,” Percy replied shakily.

The fire died a little in Mr. D’s eyes. He turned back to his card game. “I believe I win.”

“Not quite, Mr. D,” Chiron said nodding to me. I set down a straight and tallied the points, as Chiron continued, “The game goes to Cassie.”

I thought Mr. D was going to vaporize me right out of my chair, but he just sighed through his nose, as if he were used to being beaten by 11-year-old children. He got up, and Grover rose, too.

“I’m tired,” Mr. D said. “I believe I’ll take a nap before the sing-along tonight. But first, Grover, we need to talk, again, about your less-than-perfect performance on this assignment.”

I frowned, confused. Grover’s face beaded with sweat. “Y-yes, sir.”

Mr. D turned to us. “Cabin eleven, Percy and Cassie Jackson. And mind your manners.”

He swept into the farmhouse, Grover following miserably. “Will Grover be okay?” Percy asked Chiron.

Chiron nodded, though he looked a bit troubled. “Old Dionysus isn’t really mad. He just hates his job. He’s been...ah, grounded, I guess you would say, and he can’t stand waiting another century before he’s allowed to go back to Olympus.”

“Mount Olympus,” I said. “You’re telling me there really is a palace there?”

Even though I was starting to understand it was still hard to wrap my head around the idea completely.

“Well now, there’s Mount Olympus in Greece. And then there’s the home of the gods, the convergence point of their powers, which did indeed used to be on Mount Olympus. It’s still called Mount Olympus, out of respect to the old ways, but the palace moves, Cassie, just as the gods do.”

“You mean the Greek gods are here? Like...in America?” Percy asked perplexed.

“Well, certainly. The gods move with the heart of the West.” 

“The what?”

“Come now, Percy. What you call ‘Western civilization.’ Do you think it’s just an abstract concept? No, it’s a living force. A collective consciousness that has burned bright for thousands of years. The gods are part of it. You might even say they are the source of it, or at least, they are tied so tightly to it that they couldn’t possibly fade, not unless all of the Western civilization was obliterated. The fire started in Greece. Then, as you well know—or as I hope you know since you passed my course—the heart of the fire moved to Rome, and so did the gods. Oh, different names, perhaps— Jupiter for Zeus, Venus for Aphrodite, and so on—but the same forces, the same gods.”

“And then they died.”

“Died? No. Did the West die? The gods simply moved, to Germany, to France, to Spain, for a while. Wherever the flame was brightest, the gods were there. They spent several centuries in England. All you need to do is look at the architecture. People do not forget the gods. Every place they’ve ruled, for the last three thousand years, you can see them in paintings, in statues, on the most important buildings. And yes, Percy, of course, they are now in your United States. Look at your symbol, the eagle of Zeus. Look at the statue of Prometheus in Rockefeller Center, the Greek facades of your government buildings in Washington. I defy you to find any American city where the Olympians are not prominently displayed in multiple places. Like it or not—and believe me, plenty of people weren’t very fond of Rome, either —America is now the heart of the flame. It is the great power of the West. And so Olympus is here. And we are here.”

It was so freaking crazy that it made sense. This is not logical at all but nothing about my life has ever made sense so at this point, why fight it when the truth has been made so clear?

“Who are you, Chiron? Who...who am I?” Percy shakily asked. 

I looked at him nervously. I could tell by the tone of his voice that this was all probably too much for him at once. I grabbed Percy’s hand.

Chiron smiled. He shifted his weight as if he were going to get up out of his wheelchair, but I knew that was impossible. He was paralyzed from the waist down.

“Who are you? Who is Cassie?” he mused. “Well, that’s the question we all want answered, isn’t it? But for now, we should get you a bunk in cabin eleven. There will be new friends to meet. And plenty of time for lessons tomorrow. Besides, there will be s’mores at the campfire tonight, and I simply adore chocolate.”

I perked up at the idea of food but, I quickly reverted back to the feeling of confusion.

Chiron began to actually rise from his wheelchair. But there was something odd about the way he did it. His blanket fell away from his legs, but the legs didn’t move. His waist kept getting longer, rising above his belt. At first, I thought he was wearing very long, white velvet underwear, which like first ew. Where were his pants?

But as he kept rising out of the chair, taller than any man, I realized that the velvet underwear wasn’t underwear; it was the front of an animal, muscle, and sinew under coarse white fur. And the wheelchair wasn’t a chair. It was some kind of container, an enormous box on wheels, and it must’ve been magic because there’s no way it could’ve held all of him. A leg came out, long and knobby-kneed, with a huge polished hoof. Then another front leg, then hindquarters, and then the box was empty, nothing but a metal shell with a couple of fake human legs attached.

I stared at the horse who had just sprung from the wheelchair: a huge white stallion. But where its neck should be was the upper body of my Latin teacher, smoothly grafted to the horse’s trunk.

“Holy Mother of god!” I exclaimed.

Percy just stared mouth agape in shock.

“What a relief,” the centaur said. “I’d been cooped up in there so long, my fetlocks had fallen asleep. Now, come along you two. Let’s meet the other campers.

chapter 6 >>>

[althememelord]

That high key moment when you come up with a new Mirabel! AU idea and you shouldn't but you simply must write out the scene in your head ~

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A young raven haired boy ran through the jungles never ending sea of trees, his tanned skin glistening from the exertion. He could hear the trampling of paws as leaves crunch under the weight of the beasts chasing him.

A light at the end of the foliage seemed to glow and he ran straight for it, hoping against hope that it would lead to freedom and safety from his pursuers. He squints his eyes slightly to adjust his eyesight but never stops running straight. He can hear voices shouting and screaming in a language he couldn't possibly understand as he rushes pass people.

He trips on the stoned pavement and tumbles forward, he tries to get up but he is too tired from running for who knows how long. The dark hound was upon his, it's teeth barred ugly and ready to bite when he hears a voice shout, "take cover!!"

He curls himself into a ball, doing as ordered and the beast that was above him bursts into a glitter of gold.

"Are you okay son of Poseidon" a tanned curly haired girl asks as she hogs up towards him.

The boy looks and sees the girl with her hand outstretched, which he grabs as he is hauled up onto shaky legs like a newborn fawn in the spring.

"That was a close call son of Poseidon."

"Ah please, just call me Percy, I'm not very good with the whole formal title thing."

Nodding her head the girl replies, "ok. In that case, just call me Mir-"

"MIRABEL!!" an elderly woman shouts grabbing the duo's attention as more and more people who could be easily related to the girl he now knows is named Mirabel hurry closer.

"What the heck was that!?" a curly haired teen wearing yellow asks.

"How did you conjure up a spear like that!?" asked the very very tall young woman next to him.

"What were you thinking running off towards danger !!" a girl pink adds as a woman in blue wearing an apron seem to check Mirabel for any injuries before moving on to Percy.

"Here, eat this, it will help you regain your energy back," the woman said smiling gently but with a concern clearly shown on her face.

Percy nods taking a bite of the food and pleased hum, "woah this is great. I mean it's not ambrosia but it really helped. Thank you."

"Mirabel. Explain yourself" the elderly woman stated simply her face drawn into a scowl looking between Percy and Mirabel.

"Ah well........how do I explain" Mirabel announces, rubbung her arm unsurely.

Just then a thought wiggles into Percy's head and he blurts out, "are you Huitzilopochtli's champion!!!"

The family look at Percy in confusion; was this young man playing some sort of elaborate prank on them or just crazy.

Mirabel turns back to Percy, her finger pointing up as she replied with a wide smile, "bingo ! Welcome Percy, Son of Poseidon to the Encanto. I've been tasked by Huitzilopochtli to take you to our camp to help with your quest."

[astranne]

Bros... I have a new idea. A new ship. I already wrote an oneshot and I‘m doing a second. BUT. I‘m also doing a HC

You want to know the ship?

Damian Wayne x fem!Percy Jackson. Boom. 

Now also known as Daphone.

I literarily have no fucking idea, HOW this ship came in my mind but who cares?

(I was writing an oneshot in german, about Damian Wayne as a ‘sidekick’ of Deathstroke and I was thinking... who is badass enough to be paired with him? And yeah...)

Let‘s start it.

p.s. my native language is german and yeahh... if something doesn’t make any sense, please tell me :) 

Masterlist

Persie (short for Persephone) is fifteen, when she‘s kidnapped by the League

Ra‘s al Ghul thinks, she‘s the only woman, worthy for Damian

Most powerful demigod ever says everything

So basically she‘s kidnapped after the thing in the Labyrinth

Damian is kidnapped too, dragged before the throne of his grandfather, where this girl is

Bites an assassin in the nose

Persie snorts

He demands to know, what (the fuck) is going on

They are going to be married. No escape.

Persie being sassy

„Like I asked to be kidnapped and going to be married to the heir of an assassin cult! Gods, not one normal day in my fucking life.“

He asks for her name

Tells him, Persephone Jackson, but if you call her that, she will kill you

Why should SHE be worthy of him???

„Ehh... I probably destroy the world in age of sixteen?“

Dark magic, much pain (my poor babies)

Their souls are now one, not even death or the gods can stop this magic

That‘s not what Persie wanted? She just wants her friends save, not to destroy the world... but no, now she‘s bound to a mortal assassin cult heir.

But Persie doesn‘t cry

Damian is impressed, he doesn‘t show

Talia then properly intruduces Persie to Damian

„This is Persephone-“

„Persie.“

„And she is a half god-“

„We prefer half bloods.“

„And she‘s the daughter of Poseidon.“

„Yikes. His only mortal daughter.“

Talia just sighes. Why does her father think, that this girl is worthy?

„Why are you doing this?“

„Because the gods can‘t keep it in their pants.“

Silence.

„And my grandfather wants to take over the world. And this would mean, we all will die.“

Talia just wants to sleep.

Persie goes back, Damian goes back

They don‘t tell anyone

Annabeth knows, but not everything

Just that Persie Jackson is BEST FRIEND with Damian fucking Wayne

She doesn’t even want to know HOW

Fast forward.

Damian accepted his fate, Persie did too. Heck, Ra‘s said, not even gods could destroy this bond so, just swing with it?

When Persie does a little bath in Styx, Damian also bears the cruse of Achilles

Batfam doesn’t know, Damian is sneaky

But Alfred knows, there is something

Persie fights in war, everyone is afraid to talk with Damian because- WHY IS HE SO ANGRY? BRUCE?! ALFRED? DICK? ANYONE?

And then Persie disappeares. Annabeth IM‘s Damian, Alfred sees it

Damian beeing ansty and angry again

Searches everywhere

Asks Wonder Woman and Aquaman

„Batman, why does Robin know-“

„He doesn‘t know, you incompetent man of a hero!“

Eight months

Persie remembers Damian‘s face and his name

Why does she feel so alone? AND WHY THE FUCK SHE KEEPS THINKING OF THIS GOOD-LOOKING BOY?

Damian is in school, when Persie loses the cruse of Achilles. Why does he feel so weak? Why- oh gods, something happened with Persie- WHY IS HE BLEADING, THAT SHOULD NOT BE POSSIBLE!

Damian scares people. Why is he so angry. And angsty? AND WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE HE‘S CONCERNED ABOUT HIS LIFE???

„Mister Wayne? I think you should talk with your son...”

„Bruce? It‘s happening again...“

When she phones her mother, she also contacts Damian

He‘s in the cave, with his fam

„Jackson?!“

„Eight months-“

„I should have known it. Always your family.“

„What do you think are you doing?“

„No you will not-“

„Are you even listening?!“

„Jackson?“

„JACKSON!“

(He‘s sneaky, Batfam thinks this Jackson is some 'friend' of him)

Damian is angry

Smashes his phone against wall

„Bruce? He‘s angry again...“

„Why does this keep happening?“

„Master Damain, I‘m sure, everything is al-“

„EIGHT MONTHS! AND EVERYTHING IS ALRIGHT?!“

Damian is angry. At the gods, not at Persie. He would never. Persie is his life, his equal, his everything-

Fuck. He loves her.

Batfam just confused. But forgets about it

Damian spends some time with Persie

Naturally in secret

First kiss- ehm. First makeout

Then the Seven start their way

Damian steals the Batplane, while the Justice League visits Themyscira

Flies to Argo II

Persie can‘t even say something

Just kisses her

Annabeth grinning, because. SHE. NOW. KNOWS. Batman IS fucking Bruce Wayne! WHY IS EVERYONE SO DUMB?!

The rest just confused

Persie? Why are you kissing Robin? Sratch it, why are you making out with Robin???

„So... guys. This is Damian, the hero Robin.“

„Vigilante, habibti.“

Damian goes back, steals another kiss from her

Persie doesn‘t mind

„Robin.“

„Batman.“

„Why did you stole the Plane?“

„I did not steal it. It is here.“

Batman just stares.

Justice League is amused. This shit never gets old

„Why.“

„I assumed, there was a ship of an enemy. There was not.“

Batman stare™

„We are going back to Gotham.“

Damian smirks. His father, the world greatest detective? Suuuureeeee...

[oceanera12]

“Are you sure you’re in the right Cabin?”

Chatting with my sister (again) and we were talking about Nico going from this sweet innocent child who was obsessed with fun card games to the literal son of Hades rocking the black t-shirt and skull ring look. Like, wow. Way to step into that role with little to no pressure (not necessarily bad, just interesting).

And that got us thinking more than it should have about the Olympians and the attributes their kids get from them. And also the attributes they DON’T get from them.

What if Child of “________”, but everyone thinks they’ve been claimed by the wrong parent because there is no way in Tartarus this kid is related to that Olympian.

[And we did the big three in Greek form just to keep it simple (and Percy needs a half-blood sibling, everyone else already has one, fight me on this) Also feel free to replace the names, we just used these as fillers because just saying “Adjective” child was getting confusing.]

First up: “Brandon” the son of Zeus. (Aka. Anxiety child)

First off: I’m thinking the kid is no more than ten years old (more like nine, in all honesty)

This kid is afraid of heights. No joke. He refuses to even climb a step stool because the idea of being off the ground terrifies him to no end.

He’s shy as heck and talks very softly. When he first shows up to camp everyone is convinced he’s the son of some minor god (maybe the god of sleep) because “What son? We can’t hear you. Speak up!” *mumbles under his breath a little louder*

Hates being the center of attention (the exact opposite of his Dad) and just wants to make it through the day without having an anxiety attack.

Fights with a knife (and when we say fight, we mean “hold the thing up, look for openings, take them, but otherwise hide in the background and let Angry child and Sunshine child take care of it”)

He’s just scared of a lot of things, okay? (I’m thinking Neville from Harry Potter) He tries to fight and do what he’s supposed to in training and just falls flat on his face.

But when it comes to battle tactics? Oh, this boy has got some ideas. It doesn’t come as naturally as it would to Ares and Athena kids, but he’s great to have in war councils around the ping-pong table (yes, the nine year old is good at chess, so sue me)

Also, since he’s always so quiet, when he actually does speak up EVERYONE pays attention.

When he panics/freaks out/has an anxiety attack he just sits down on the ground and rests his head in between his knees and tries to breathe. Most of the time that helps but sometimes it just gets worse and worse and that was how he figured out he could summon lightning bolts from the sky (no one was injured but now he’s terrified of accidently hitting someone so he’ll run off somewhere quiet when he needs to breathe)

The one time camp has seen him angry was when Pearl was hunted by some bullies and came back bruised and bloody. Everyone agrees they never speak of that time and to never have a repeat of that time.

Doesn’t really have an opinion on his half-siblings (both Jason and Thalia scared the heck out of him the first time they meet and the two take that as a sign to give the kid space). He doesn’t mind spending time around them, but he’d rather be with the “Big Three Mess-Ups”

Next: “Pearl” the daughter of Poseidon (Aka. Angry child)

This girl has zero chill, even for a thirteen year old who is going through that angry teenager phase. 

And I mean ZERO. Ten minutes in camp and she’s already challenged three people to a duel and been in two fist fights (which she won one and lost the other)

The Ares cabin was already making room for her (because who else could it be?) and suddenly there’s a blue trident hanging over her head at meal time and Percy ends up choking on his blue food

She doesn’t like the ocean. Or water. Or sand. Or outdoors. She can swim and climb and all that stuff, she’d just rather stay inside. All the time. It’s a problem.

And when she is outside she likes to climb a tree (because it’s away from people). When the nymphs start complaining she storms off (quite literally) and hides at the bottom of the lake for a week. That becomes her solitude spot, much to Brandon’s and Violet’s annoyance.

Will carry a book everywhere. And it’s not because she loves to read (she hates reading because of her dyslexia). She just uses the book to ignore everyone around her and get people to not talk to her. Sometimes the book is upside down and she doesn’t notice (and will get mad when people point it out)

The one thing she definitely got from her Dad is just pure strength. This gal can deck most everyone in camp even if she stands at a mesley five feet. Also, she’s got pretty good control on the whole “water controlling thing” which is nice (especially when it comes to slapping some manners into a bunch of bratty Hermes kids who thought it was a good idea to plant dead flowers outside of Violet’s cabin and blame her for spreading death around)

She hates horses and this includes pegusi (mainly because they talk too much) 

The one thing she claims to not “hate” is her fellow “Big Three Mess-Ups” (although secretly she really loves sappy soap operas, a secret that is never shared with anyone)

Fights with a spear, weirdly enough and isn’t bad at archery. Prefers fighting with weapons then with “water abilities”

She doesn’t like Percy for no particular reason. She just avoids him most of the time and when they do talk it’s mostly short awkward conversations. (“Sooo... How’s camp?” “Fine.” “Good.” “Great.” “Good.”) It’s hard to hate Tyson so she just avoids him as much as possible.

And last: “Violet” the daughter of Hades (Aka. Sunshine child)

She wears bright sunny colors, loves sunshine and rainbows and is basically the happiest fifteen year old you will ever meet.

And it’s not that forced happiness that’s creepy and everyone is like “Uh, this kid needs therapy” she is actually happy with her life and loves camp.

Also wears flowers in her hair. They start out the day cheerful and bright but by the end of the day, they are wilted and dead as can be. Everyone has learned not to bring up the dead flowers (she gets angry because DANG IT, SHE DOESN’T MEAN TO KILL THEM SO QUICKLY)

When everyone met her, they thought she was Demeter’s kid. 

When Hades’s claimed her, everyone thought she was Persephone’s and Hades was just covering his wife’s butt or something.

And then someone thought it was a good idea to pick on Brandon and the everyone remembers the screams from the Ares cabin as an army of skeleton soldiers chased them across camp because “You don’t tick off the Mom friend” (Chiron had to get her to call them off because “It’s been two hours, they are going to drop from exhaustion”)

The Ares cabin nicknamed her “Violent” after that and all are convinced she is haunting their cabin at night by having skeletons outside their window and stare in at them (which she is, but no one can prove it sooo...)

Also she’s claustrophobic so don’t stick her in a small space unless you want skeletons to start popping out of the ground.

She is very friendly and outgoing and gets along with pretty much everyone (As long as you’re not a bully). She’s basically the ultimate Mom Friend.

Doesn’t really fight with weapons and most would think she’s a pacifist. But in reality she just summons the army of skeletons to do the fighting for her. When she does actually have to fight it’s just her swinging around some kind of staff (maybe made of bone?).

Violet LOVES her half-siblings and wants to be friends with them very very badly. Nico gets a little freaked out by her and tries to run in the other direction but Hazel thinks she’s pretty chill. The two of them get along fine enough.

Random things the three do together:

These three are best friends/the new trio/“The Big Three Mess-Ups”/whatever you want to call them and will fight anyone for any of them.

“Anyone want to trade parents?” *All three raise their hands without looking at one another*

Sleep over’s in one another’s cabins because let’s be honest: their siblings are never around (if ever) and it’s lonely. They switch cabins every week to change the scenery. Violet loves it (”Sleepover with friends!”), Brandon is very appreciative of it (”I don’t like being alone.”) and Pearl pretends she hates it and puts up with it, but is secretly very grateful for it.

They also eat with one another at meal times and will do group projects together because everyone is a little terrified to try.

Once, for capture the flag, it was the three of them vs the whole camp (Pearl made a bet with the Hermes cabin that the three of them could beat all of them. The Hermes cabin just took it to a completely different level). Violet guarded the flag with her army of skeletons while Pearl and Brandon sneaked around. They ended up winning, but barely (it was the entire camp, seriously)

That’s all I really got at the moment but I’ve fallen in love with these three and want to see them get into some trouble.

[spyrkle4]

Incorrect-Heroes-of-Flowers-Quotes: Pt. 1

Y’all asked for it all quotes are from vine here we go-- ---

(In robotics class etc) Sally: Wasabi has 19 bottles of dish soap and he gives Hiro-- David: *raises hand* wait why does Wasabi have so many soaps? Wasabi: MIND YO’ BUSINESS DAVID! --- Hiro: I want to see my little boy Ari: *holding Mochi* here he comes : D Hiro: I want to see my little boy-- --- Sienna: I wanna be a cowboy baby  David: Hell yeah! Sienna: I wanna be a cowboy baby --- Gogo: I am the sand guardian, guardian of the sand Honey Lemon: Poseidon quivers before her! Gogo @ Obake: F(bleep) OFF --- Sara: It is Wednesday my dudes Also Sara: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA --- Ari: *holds a soda* hey Karmi you want some? Karmi: This b(bleep) empty Karmi: *throws it across the hallway* YEET (it hits Hiro XD) --- *Internally during Food Fight* Momakase: *holding a sock* Momakase: Every time you want to yell at your kids just put a quarter in your no yelling sock and soon you'll have a weapon to beat-- ---

*During Big Roommates 2* Wasabi: And they were roommates Fred: Oh my god they were roommates --- Obake @ Mikan: I should’ve left you on that street corner where you were standing Mikan: But ya didn’t! --- Fern kids @ Steven: ~You are my dad, you’re my dad! Ooogie Woogie Woogie~ --- Honey Lemon: *laughing* girl guess what they got girl guess what? Sienna: Wut Honey Lemon: *holds a bag* Life saviers Sienna: *laughs* --- Mikan: *is sus* David and Sara: Idk bout y’all *screams* YOU BETTER STOP STOP! B(bleep) STOP! AAAAAAAAAA --- Ari: Hey I’m lesbian Juniper: I thought you were San Fransokian? Ari: ???? --- Rachel: Release all the sounds trapped in your mind Katie: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA --- Hiro: Did you hang out with Juniper last night? Ari: Y’know, yeah I did Hiro: *wince* Oh I... I love Juniper Ari: *confused* You hate Juniper... Hiro: YEAH NO S(bleep) HONEY! --- Sara: *at Noodle Burger and fills her cup with all the drinks* Sara: *takes a sip* F(bleep) you --- Karmi: I just googled what slay means Karmi: *stares at computer* what the heck? Karmi: I do not kill people I promise I do not slay-- --- (more will come probably after arc 1 is done, hope you enjoyed) 

[shimosu]

Poseidon headcanons

~~~

You were both babies at the same time, and often were placed next to each other

You met first as an introduction when you were babies. The two of you seemed really distracted by each other, so you two were with each other a lot when you were babies

You both got really excited when you saw each other; you start fussing with round eyes, and Poseidon's turned his head toward you with slightly bigger eyes

Adamas likes taking videos of you two interacting because Poseidon shows the most expression around you, and you're just adorable

You: *tugging on Poseidon's hair, eyes wide in wonder*

Poseidon: *doesn't even care, he's just staring straight at your distracted eyes*

Adamas: *snickering*

Like, what the heck, he's looking you in the eye and acts even a smidge more like a baby?

When you were older, Poseidon sometimes wonders why he's around you

He just watched you call five second rule and eat something you dropped

But his wallpaper is a picture of you, though he refuses to admit it

Part of the reason he doesn't use his phone around you is because he doesn't want you to see it

His ears turn red when you fluster him

When you learned to read him more, you could see his face changing a bit, like twitching, when his ears would turn red

You: Aww.

Poseidon: Shut up.

Loki: This is red? *Pinching his ear, and having to evade immediately to not be killed*

You: Obviously.

Then he was bothered for a good chunk of the day.

Which also kinda ruined your mood?

He's quiet, and when he talks, his vulgarity can show

You, after making him eat something you made: Well?

Poseidon: ... What the fuck was this supposed to be.

You: A wellington.

Poseidon: It's fucking raw. Did you even cook this? It's burnt on the outside.

You: Thank you for your kind opinion.

You didn't know, but he tries to keep himself from talking sometimes because he's offended you a lot of times, and doesn't have much nice things to say

He's pretty bad at expressing himself verbally too, to add onto that

One time he tried to say it suited you, after you asked him how you looked in different clothes, but he ended up scoffing and said there was no difference

Aphrodite's over here shaking her head, muttering about how you two were hopeless

We got over here, a guy with a crush, but is horrible at expressing himself and is naturally just looking down on everyone

And over here, is a reader that doesn't remember the crush they had on him when they were little(videos for proof), and doesn't notice that Poseidon's got a soft spot for them, or the fact they probably still like him that way

Can Poseidon be blamed? He's pretty hard to read to others, barely reacts visibly, but the reader seems to be dense too

But then everyone stares at you when you're reading him so easily, like how??

Loki: I took a picture of (Reader), what do you think, Poseidon

Poseidon:

Loki: (Reader)?

You: He likes it, he just won't say

Loki: And how can you tell?

You: ... I mean, it's pretty obvious. His breathing changed really slightly when he glanced at it real quickly, and his face twitched here.

Poseidon: Tch.

Reader: Aw, don't be embarrassed.

Loki: Ooh, exposed~

Aphrodite's wondering if you two would be a good match

Loki's willing to play along, it might be fun

Poseidon's not willing to let them try to set you two up, so they have to go to you

You: He doesn't like me like that.

Yep, fun challenge.

Zeus wanted to join in on this, so he got Hermes to talk to you

You, being dragged somewhere by Loki: Where are we going, Loki?

Loki: We're going to show you something, (Reader)!

The open door showed Hermes sitting in the room

Hermes: Hello, (Reader). I'd like to talk to you about your feelings and Poseidon.

Then Loki threw you into a room with Hermes in it, and slammed the door shut

Then began the talking down with Hermes

Loki: This'll work, right?

Aphrodite: Perhaps.

Alcides/Heracles, confused: What's going on?

You came out a day later, face red and with a tired Hermes dragging you along

Loki, whistling: Woow, big brother Hermes got through to 'em

Hermes: I'm surprised too

Kinda backfired, you're not really with Poseidon anymore. Too nervous to be around him, and you keep running off or make up excuses to leave

Poseidon's bothered by this, and he knows Loki and some others had something to do with it because you disappeared for a day with them, and you came back like this

Loki knows he's bothered, too

Loki: Poseidonn

Poseidon:

Loki: Bothered that (Reader)'s avoiding you?

So Loki grabbed you and was going to throw you into a room again, and lock you inside

You knew what he was doing this time though, so you struggled

He got Shiva in on it, and Shiva was the one to throw you in the room before shutting the door

Poseidon was sitting in the room, on a chair

Surprisingly, Poseidon actually went along with it

Only because he's bothered by you literally running away and jumping through windows to avoid him

"... Yo." You held your hand up in greeting from the floor, as if you weren't just thrown in screaming.

He stared down at you, not saying anything.

"... Why do you like me?"

Yeah, you're not beating around the bush.

The faster you reach an answer, the faster you get out of the situation

He didn't answer that question. But he did say something.

"... Fool." He sighed.

You realized this was too much pressure

He knew that

So while you were sitting up,

Poseidon: I like you. You like me.

You: ... I do?

That got your mind racing.

There's actual, videographic proof that you had a crush on him when you were little. When you were babies, you both evidently did enjoy being with each other. Even now, you're together a lot, and usually you're the one bugging him. You look for him, know his tiny habits, think he's cute in a lot of things, ask for his opinion on things, make things for him and take his opinions kinda seriously, get really upset out of nowhere when he's not happy with something, know what he likes and you observe him real closely to understand him, you think about him a lot and worry if he's okay, want to spend lots of time with him, and-

You, eyes wide: Oh my gosh, I do.

Shiva, with his ear pressed against the door: What kind of confession did I just listen to?

[aurora-teez]

|Chapter 7| Utopia~ An Ateez Fanfic Story~

Emerald’s POV

Well...I am very surprised that I have not lost my entire mind right now. I mean is it normal for Poseidon to visit you and say that you are supposed to overpower the sea with a trident? NOOOO!! It is not!!! Oh my goodness, I feel like my head will explode. But at least I have Jongho keeping me calm, and he is very...mmmm...sexy as heck. I mean a man has never made my knees weak as he does. He is extremely sweet too.I mean all my life men have not been drawn to me for who I am but what they can get from me. I love how Jongho looks like me.I can tell he loves chocolate. Well my skin is more of a milk chocolate with caramel but anyways he still loves him some chocolate lol.milk He looks like a muscular cherry. Haha...don’t tell him I said that. 

“Wait a minute...wait a whole dang minute! What is going on? A few days ago, I was a normal woman. A captain, a best friend, a girl living in a life she would not imagine having. Then now what? I’m supposed to have the power of a god to overpower something that is more powerful than him? This is insane”, I yell walking and pacing up and down the deck. 

“Listen to me Emerald. I understand your confusion but like i said before. You are not normal. You are destined to do this. It brought Jongho to you. You are a precious jewel just as your father and mother named you after”, Poseidon says.

“Wait why do you know so much about me and my family?”, I ask sternly. 

“Well...then I guess it is time to explain somethings”,He says. “Your father was a wonderful sailor. Before Pirate got their negative demeanor, pirates were known as sailors seeking the treasure that is the sea and hoped to discover all of it. In his youth, he was handsome and strong, He met a woman who was quite peculiar to most. The town had never seen her before but only knew she was noble descent and her eyes were 2 pairs of Emeralds. Your father fell in love with her and they got married and eventually had a child. You, my dear. You were very drawn to the sea always going to the water. But your mother was not only a noble but her family was from the sea. Your mother was from my home, Atlantis. A mermaid of strong power. Her family volunteered to go on land to see how it would be but she could not return back. Her power transferred to you but would only activate once you met your soulmate. Your father was her soulmate since he saw her and now Jongho is yours.”

“Are you telling me that my mother is a mermaid? That they kept this from me my whole life?!”, I say yelling.

“Oh god!”, Violet says still in shock as well

“I understand you are upset but please listen..”, I cut him off.

“LISTEN TO WHAT?! MORE LIES!”,I hold my hands out and I can feel the power coming from them. 

“Umm..Emerald. I think you should put your hands down”, Yeosang says lookign terrified. 

“Please tell me why no one told me this for over 10 years! You know why because they think i was fragile and weak or I could not take it! Well guess what? I have learned how to deal with all the pain of losing my father and mother! I still feel that pain everyday of my life and now I have to deal with this monster of a sea!”, I am full of anger and I notice that everyone is moving back slowly.

“Em. Baby, please look at me and let your hands down before you drown us”,He says smirking at me trying to calm me down. 

I look behind me and I see a large wave of water hovering behind me in the ocean. 

“Oh my god”, I gasp and out my hands down gracefully making the water still and calm. 

I notice that some water was splashed on Jongho and his caramel abs are shown through his shirt that he just buttoned up after showing us the coordinates on his back. I bit my lip as he runs his hand through his cherry red hair. His caramel skin glistening with the few droplets that passed throughout the fabric   

THIS MAN! 

Poseidon waves his hands and suddenly, drys everything on the deck and all of our clothes. Dang I was enjoying the view. 

“Well I see that your water manipulation is used by your emotions. That’s interesting”, Poseidon says smiling. 

“Listen, I am sorry for yelling. It’s just a lot”, I say softly and Jongho wraps his arms around me.

“There is one more thing. The reason why you are so powerful is because you are the goddess of the sea. The first and only one ever’, Poseidon says.

“Whoaaaaaa!”, Violet says in shock.

“That’s why she is so beautiful”, San says smiling.

“Hey.Watch it”, Jongho says

“Jong, I am just saying. No harm done”, San says and everyone laughs.

“Well this is a lot to process. I think I need like to rest for a while”,I say holding onto Jongho’s shoulders and whisper in his ear and winks at him.

“Ahhh well Emerald would like to rest now”,Jongho says to Poseidon.

“No problem but I will be back soon. I bid you all goodbye until next time”,Poseidon says and disappears into the ocean. 

“So shall I start making dinner as you rest?”, Violet says winking at me.

I smile at her. I swear she can read my mind like a telepath. 

“Sounds great. I will be in my chambers and no one disturb me for the next 2 hours”, I say pulling Jongho with me. 

“Yes Captain”,Everyone says laughing. 

Jongho’s POV 

Well I can see that she is very stressed out. Hmmm maybe I should help her relax a bit. She pulls me into her room and locks the dooe behind her. Hmm.. getting naughty is she now? 

“Oh so you are locking doors now huh?Very Kinky of you, captain”, I say as I put my hands on her waist and kiss up and down her neck.

“Well considering that, I have been told I am a goddess of the sea. I feel really stressed out”, She says moaning at my touch. 

“I see why you are so beautiful but even if you were not a goddess, you wil always be so beautiful. Especially your skin. I do love chocolate a lot you know?”, I say moving her hair to the other side exposing her neck even more. 

“Jong-Jongho. Please don’t tease me”, She moans as he stutters between moans. 

“Anything for you Captain”, I say as I sit on the bed. 

Emerald’s POV 

“Em... come here." I hear Jongho's voice call out to me softly, my body responding almost automatically. 

 His form is relaxed as he sits on my bed, his gentle eyes meeting mine, although a slight darkness seems to flicker in his irises. His arms wrap around my waist when I seat myself on his lap.

 "Jong, what-" He interrupts me with a finger on my lips, quickly replacing it with his own lips in response to the mildly confused look I give him. 

 I practically melt into his embrace, my eyes falling closed as he deepens the kiss and I allow him to slip his tongue into my mouth while his hands move to rest on my hips. I whimper quietly against Jongho's lips, hardly noticing that I started grinding against him while the kiss grows heated, and I pull away briefly to speak, but he shushes me with a shake of his head before I even say anything.

 "I'm helping you de-stress," he whispers

"Just let me take the lead." I barely manage to nod before he crashes his lips to mine again, my fingers fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

 I suddenly hear a quiet noise on deck, not paying it any mind until it sounds again, louder this time, and I break away to glance at the door.

“Hmm someone better not have dropped my glass kitchenware on the floor?!”, I yell running up the stairs to the deck. 

“What the heck is going on?-”, I say and I see 2 people on my deck, next to Poseidon. 

“Umm- what is this? Who are they?”, I ask Poseidon walking towards him and the 2 strangers.

“They are Mer-Warriors. Part of my Aquatic Army. They are here to train you in controlling your water manipulation and how to use a trident properly”, He says. 

I see 2 women standing before me. They have unique eye colors and simmering skin that glows in the light. They both kneel down and bow to me saying “Your majesty”

“Umm how do they know of her?”, Yeosang asks confused. 

“Well i forgot to mention this too. You are a prophecy that we all have waited to come about. All of the sea has been waiting for you, my dear.”

I look at them wide eyes. Why me? How could I be able to control the sea? What is the big picture about my father? I don’t understand...

Author’s Note: Hello Everyone! Hi! Hi! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. More will come soon hehe. I would like to give 2 shout outs to 2 friends who collaborated and helped some ideas in this chapter. @hanatiny wrote the amazing makeout scene between my character, Emerald and Jongho. She is so sweet. Thank you! @ceopjy me with the idea of Jongho’s abs being exposed when he get splashed with water. Her ideas and mine are always in Sync sometimes hehe. I love ya’ll. Please check out their writings too! I have such amazing friends here! Look out for the next chapter. 

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[i-can-summon-yams]

Cabin 4 Things:

Waking up trapped and covered in vines because your siblings befriended them and now they won’t leave your bunk, trying to get upset, and ending up playing Uno with said vines before dinnertime

Feeling really uncomfortable about archery because “listen, this arrow was alive at one point” and then people making fun of you for it for eternity

“Eating plants is different okay, nobody died so I could eat this apple, have you ever taken a science class?”

That was a trick question, nobody at camp has ever taken a science class

I’m serious, one time I got into an argument with a Hephaestus camper who was convinced that we didn’t need to do anything about the flood season because “plants can’t die of too much water.” What the heckity heck? I thought Cabin 9 kids were supposed to be smart?

Also trying to contain the rage that comes when other campers forget that our cabin is the only reason the camp has any money.

“No, you can’t replace the strawberry fields with another forge, we need the strawberry fields, they give us monetary income”

Ditching classes to lay in the strawberry fields because at least the strawberries aren’t caught up in Cabin 10’s gossiping, except Psyche! the Aphrodite kids are already there, gossiping with the nymphs

I’m totally kidding, Cabin 10 is great, but seriously is teleporting a power of Aphrodite or...?

Arguing with Apollo campers about the best herbal remedies for things, bringing half of the forst into it, then risking your life to sneak out to a nearby library to get proof that you’re right

“If I never go back to that library ever again I don’t have to pay the late fee, right?”

I’m on a tangent but I’m pretty sure that book’s still at camp, Chiron won’t let me send it out with questing demigods because it would “distract them from their mission” or whatever

People always forgetting that Demeter is a sibling of Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades, too, and being surprises when our campers are powerful

In case you’re wondering, the reason our lives don’r suck as much is because Demeter actually takes parental responsibily when we’re in danger

Seriously, remember Persephone? Demeter is very much a protective mom.

On that note, I physically cannot talk to Nico because mom makes plants wrap push me backward whenever he’s near, which I’m guessing is related to the Persephone and Hades thing

Not being afraid of bugs, but getting into heated arguments with them when they threaten crops

Dragging shy nymphs to the campfire to sing

“Why are you talking to a tree?” “Well you see-“

The mist just making it look like we’re crazy and talking to the air

Or mortals just being very confused around us when we speed grow plants because their brains need to recalibrate every two seconds

That good good feeling of napping in the dirt, surrounded by trees and nature

(Feel free to add on about your cabin)

[flightfoot]

A Convergence of Apollos Chapter 4

Percy’s POV

We caught the subway to the Empire State Building.

I know, I know. We could’ve just walked, it wasn’t THAT far. But none of us felt like hauling an upset metal bird around farther than we had to. Plus, while I felt great (that rain did wonders for my energy), and Grover and Meg looked reasonably energetic, Apollo was BEAT. He’d been so excited about the new clothes he’d crafted... and had crashed a few minutes later. I’d thought I’d have to carry him to the subway, which would’ve been hard since I was already carrying the birdcage. I guess summoning all those things took a lot out of him.

Some other passengers looked at us disapprovingly as we hauled our bird cage around. I guess they didn’t like how rough we were being with our ‘pet’, but after what the Celedon had put us through, I REALLY didn’t care.

Apollo collapsed on a nearby seat, breathing hard. He didn’t look sleepy at least, just exhausted.

Was all of this tiredness just from playing the lyre?

Then again, I didn’t know what he’d been doing BEFORE he materialized in the park...

Now seemed as good a time as any to find out.

“Hey Apollo?”

He looked up at me wearily. “Yeah?”

“How DID you wind up time traveling anyways?”

He let out a long sigh. “Meg and I were looking through Tarquin’s Tomb-”

“Who’s Tarquin?”

“The last Roman Emperor. He was SO bad, he was overthrown and the Roman Republic was instated.”

Apollo continued, “Anyways, we were looking through his tomb for the Sibylline books, which contain a lot of ancient prophecies. I always thought they’d been burned, but apparently not. At least, not all of them. We didn’t really know where to look, so Meg and I just kinda wandered around trying not to die.”

I nodded sagely. “Always the best plan. Dying sucks. No blue food in Elysium.”

Ok, so I didn’t actually know whether that last one was true. But considering how happy the dead were with simple Happy Meals, I figured that they didn’t have very good food down there.

Apollo laughed, a bit more life returning to his face. I grinned back at him. Was this really the same person who’d proclaimed that heroes were for running the god’s errands? He just seemed like another kid, like another demigod, fighting beside us and trying not to let anyone he cared about die, or die himself.

I still didn’t get how a god could change so drastically, but maybe... maybe they really weren’t that different?

This kind, dorky teen... maybe this side of Apollo was hidden away in the present Apollo too.

I hoped so.

Apollo chuckled, “Well, I don’t know about THAT, but I agree about dying. Pretty sure my sister would charge into the Underworld herself, drag me back, then kill me again for dying on her.”

Yes, that did sound like Artemis.

“ANYWAY, getting back on track here, we searched the tomb for awhile with no success.”

“Unless you call ‘getting chased by your nose moss’ a success,” Meg cut in.

“Eurynomos,” Apollo corrected.

“Whatever.”

“So I asked my magic prophetic arrow where I needed to go-”

I knew I shouldn’t interrupt, but I HAD to ask. “Magic prophetic arrow?”

“The Arrow of Dodona. It talks in a fake Shakespearean accent and insults me constantly. It’s quite annoying. Plus I’m the only one who can hear it, so I look like a crazy person when I consult it.”

Well, not the weirdest thing I’d heard of. Heck, not the weirdest thing I’d heard of TODAY.

“The arrow told me to go to a particular room and find a cloth woven from Fate’s threads. We searched around for awhile and found it tucked away in a chest. Then SOMEONE-” Apollo glared at Meg, who looked back, completely unperturbed, “-thought it was a brilliant idea to grab hold of something woven by the Fates themselves. I grabbed onto Meg, we vanished, then fell onto the ground with a bad case of motion sickness. And, well, you know the rest.”

I frowned. “Do you know how to get back to your time? WHETHER you can get back?”

Apollo closed his eyes, his brows furrowing. “I- I hope we can get back. No, we MUST get back. Our friends need us! I have to believe that the Arrow set us on this path for a reason.”

“Wow, you have a lot of faith in that Arrow,” I observed.

Apollo laughed wryly. “Nope. But if I allow myself to believe that we’ll never get home and that all our friends and family will die, I’m going to panic.”

Oh. Fair enough.

I decided to change subjects.

“So anything you can tell me about what’s gonna happen? Anything that will help?”

Apollo was quiet for a moment, thinking. Finally he spoke.

“First of all, you should know that I’m only from two years into the future. It’s going to be a BUSY two years. And I don’t remember that much. I wasn’t paying much attention to the world around me all of the time. Also, shoving four thousand years of memories into a mortal brain REALLY doesn’t work well. I’ve forgotten a lot, and what I DO remember isn’t always useful. But I’ll try to help.”

“Typhon was freed, and we gods left to fight him - well most of us, anyway. We didn’t succeed against him until Poseidon joined the fight.”

Apollo looked at me thoughtfully. “I believe that you were the one to convince him to intervene. I don’t remember how you persuaded him, unfortunately.”

He continued while I mulled that over, “Typhon was a distraction. While he kept us gods busy, you demigods defended Mount Olympus from Kronos’s forces.” 

He frowned, looking at me, “I don’t remember a lot of details, but I remember this much: the fight started a few days before your birthday, and ended ON your birthday. You’re the child who reached sixteen, but NOT the Hero of the Prophecy. LUKE was the hero. He chose to save Olympus at the last second.”

Wait, what? “Uh, Apollo, you realize that I’ve never actually heard the full prophecy, right?”

He blinked.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“You should probably learn it then. If I remember right, it goes:

A half-blood of the Eldest gods

Shall reach sixteen, against all odds.

And see the world in endless sleep.

Hero’s soul, cursed blade shall reap.

A single choice shall end his days,

Olympus to preserve or raze.

Well that didn’t sound great. Then again, prophecies rarely did. 

I pressed Apollo for details, wanting every bit of foreknowledge I could get. “What choice did Luke make? What endless sleep? What’s the cursed blade?”

Apollo shook his head. “I’m sorry Percy. I don’t remember.”

Looking at his mournful face, I believed him.

“So what else CAN you tell me?”

He hesitated for a moment. Carefully, he asked, “Percy? Do you remember how I mentioned Thalia’s brother?”

I nodded. How could I forget?

“Well, the reason he and Thalia were separated, the reason she was led to believe he was dead... is because he’s ROMAN, not Greek.”

What?

The confusion must have been clear on my face. Apollo elaborated, “We gods change to fit the culture we’re in. The longer and deeper the impact of that culture on us and the more different that image is, the more we differ. For most of us gods we default to Greek as our sort of ‘base’ form, but we have Roman forms as well who can look act differently. We sometimes have kids while we’re in Roman form. Those kids don’t go to Camp Half-Blood. Instead they travel to the Wolf House, where Lupa decides whether they’re strong enough to train. If she accepts them, then she’ll train them off and send them towards Camp Jupiter. If not... well... let’s just say that Lupa isn’t kind to the weak. And she doesn’t mind the taste of demigod flesh.”

I felt slightly ill. “How many does she... erm... usually fail?”

Apollo thought for a moment. “You know, I can’t actually remember her failing anyone in recent decades. I wasn’t paying much attention to Camp Jupiter though, so I can’t say for sure.”

Well that was comforting.

“Anyway, Hera was FURIOUS when Jason was born. Bad enough Zeus cheated on her with that mortal, but to then go back a few years later and have ANOTHER child with the same woman? He went too far. Jupiter, Zeus’s Roman form, gave Hera - or rather Juno - Jason’s life, even naming him after her favorite mortal as an attempt to appease her. Because naming one of his kids in her honor went SO WELL with Heracles. Luckily she took a liking to Jason. By ‘taking a liking’ I mean that she told his mother to hand him over to the wolves when he was two years old. Both she and Thalia assumed the wolves had killed him. No one corrected them. Greek and Roman demigods were supposed to be kept separate.

“But why?” I asked. “Wouldn’t we be stronger together?”

He tilted his head towards me, giving me a small smile. “Indeed you would be - if you could stop fighting.”

I frowned. “Why would we fight each other?”

“Greeks and Romans have a long-standing grudge against each other,” Apollo explained. “It didn’t help that some gods and goddesses did NOT take the Greek-to-Roman transition well. Most notably Athena.”

Annabeth’s mom?

I leaned forwards slightly. Annabeth would DEFINITELY want to know about this, if she didn’t already. “What happened to Athena?”

“The Romans stripped her of her status as a war goddess, reduced her to a goddess of crafts and wisdom, and stole her most sacred statue. They tried to break Greece’s spirit by stealing the Athena Parthenos. They succeeded, but they made a powerful enemy. Athena has NEVER forgiven the Romans for disrespecting her like that. She’s pushed the two sides to fight ever since, hoping that the Greeks would crush the Romans. There’s already a natural animosity between the two sides, it doesn’t take much of a push to get them fighting. After the Civil War, which had Greeks and Romans fighting and killing each other, we gods decided to interfere to stop our children from murdering each other. Athena disapproved of course, but she was outvoted. We increased the level of Mist around your groups, erasing all memories of the others existence from your minds. We kept an eye on any quests where you guy were likely to pass close by, increasing the Mist whenever you almost stumbled across each other. It worked! ... For a while.”

“What changed?”

Apollo grimaced. “Great-grandma started waking up.”

“Who?”

Apollo shook his head. “I don’t want to say her name. Best not to attract her attention. Ask Annabeth. She should know.”

I filed that info away for later. “What’s so terrible about your great-grandmother waking up?”

“She wants to destroy all of humanity and all the Olympian gods. She actually had some kids, the Giants, who she made for the sole purpose of destroying each of the Olympians.”

“She had kids JUST to use as an army?”

“Yep.”

“That’s messed up.”

“I’m not going to disagree with that.”

“Anything special about these Giants? Are they just like the Titans, but bigger?”

Apollo looked pained and... guilty? “It’s worse than that. The Giants can’t be defeated by a mortal or a god working alone. They can only be killed by a god and a mortal working together.”

My heart sank. “So the gods obviously teamed up with all of us demigods and helped us send them packing, right?”

“Well...” Apollo rubbed the back of his neck, looking embarrassed and ashamed. “You see... Father thought that maybe if we gods holed up and didn’t interact with the mortal world, that great-grandma might settle down. She didn’t.”

“Gods disobey Z- your father all the time, though! They helped, right?”

“I... guess so?”

“You guess?”

“I was kinda hiding for most of the war, so I was out of the loop.”

I frowned. “Why were you hiding? Shouldn’t you have been helping fight the Giants?”

Now he REALLY looked ashamed. “I... may have had a role in making things more difficult. Unintentionally, of course.”

I stared at him, waiting for him to continue. After a moment, he did. “One of the Campers at Camp Jupiter was a descendant of mine named Octavian. He told me that he’d make Rome strong, like it was back in the old days. That he’d make sure I was honored as one of the most important gods, above even Zeus! I liked the sound of that. I gave him my blessing. I ignored his hatred of the Greeks and his growing instability. He told me what I wanted to hear, so I ignored the warning signs.”

Apollo avoided my eyes, but kept on talking. “When Camp Half-Blood sent an envoy to Camp Jupiter, it looked like things would go well... at first. Then an Eidolon, a spirit, possessed one of the Greek demigods and forced him to fire on the Camp. The Romans assumed that the diplomatic envoy was a trick and promptly declared war on the Greeks. Luckily they didn’t know exactly where Camp Half-blood was. All of the Seven had to get out of there in a hurry.”

I frowned. “The Seven?”

Apollo blinked. “Oh yeah. You guys don’t have that prophecy yet. It went like this:

Seven half-bloods shall answer the call,

To storm or fire, the world must fall,

An oath to keep with a final breath,

And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death

“The ‘world falling’ sounds pretty bad,” I observed.

Apollo rolled his eyes. “It’s not, actually. This is one of those cases where the prophecy is PURPOSELY deceptive. ‘The world’ is great-grandma, it’s foretelling her defeat. As for the Seven, they are you, Annabeth Chase, Piper McLean, Leo Valdez, Frank Zhang, Hazel Lavesque, and Jason Grace. Frank, Hazel, and Jason are Roman.”

I wasn’t thrilled about being part of ANOTHER prophecy, but at least I’d survive past sixteen. 

Apollo continued his story. “We gods are reflections of the culture we come from. When our two groups of children started fighting, the Greek and Roman sides of ourselves started fighting too. Gave most of us SPLITTING headaches, incapacitating us. Well, except for those of us who were either exclusively Greek or Roman, or who were pretty much the same in both forms. So most of us couldn’t help even if we wanted to. But I had an additional problem.”

Apollo stared at his feet. “One of the Praetors, Reyna, was pretty reasonable. She tried to rein in the Legion. But then she had to leave, and OCTAVIAN took control of the Legion. He took my blessing as a sign that whatever he had planned had my full support. He thought that the best way to ‘solve’ the gods’ headache problem and ‘save’ New Rome, was to wipe out the Greeks entirely. Father blamed me for Octavian’s poor decision, and decided to blame me for basically the entire war.”

He smiled bitterly. “I think he just wanted to scapegoat someone, pin the blame on anyone who wasn’t him. Him sticking his head in the sand had made things way more difficult than they needed to be, and he didn’t want to look weak or stupid. Not after the embarrassment of the Second Titan War. He was SO angry with me. But he couldn’t harm me on Delos, mine and Artemis’s birthplace. Being on Delos also protected Artemis and I from the incapacitating headaches. We sat out the whole war there, until the Greeks and Romans made up. That united us gods’ essences, allowing us to FINALLY recover enough to fight back. All of us gods rushed in to fight off the Giants with you Seven, defeating them easily. Then Father called me forwards, blamed me for the war, and sent me to Olympus. I can’t remember anything else until six months later, when I awoke, mortal, hurtling out of the sky, and landed in a dumpster.”

I winced. Sounded like gods weren’t necessarily any more caring towards their divine children than their demigod ones. 

Apollo’s voice cracked, self-loathing seeping in. “I discovered just how BLIND we gods had been! Some Roman Emperors managed to make themselves immortal. They’ve been plotting their takeover for MILLENNIA. They helped fund Kronos’s army and Octavian’s attack on Camp Half-blood. They’ve been kidnapping young demigods and raising them to serve in their army.”

The subway started to slow down. “What do I need to know?” I asked hurriedly. I had a nagging sensation that I wouldn’t get to talk to Apollo much longer after this.

Evidently Apollo felt the same way, as he spoke hurriedly while the four of us (plus the bird) departed the subway and headed towards our rendevous with the current Apollo.

“If campers start to go missing a few months after the Second Giant War ends, it’s probably due to the Grove of Dodona regrowing itself in Camp Half-blood and calling for help. Nero tries to burn the grove and attacks Camp Half-Blood with the Colossus Nero. The Cave of Trophonious is in Indianapolis. Georgina was being held prisoner by Commodus. If that happens in this timeline as well, you’ll need to break into Commodus’s palace to rescue her. She also might be my daughter, not sure on that one. And- and then there’s-”

His voice cracked, ”There’s Caligula. His forces attacked Camp Jupiter shortly after I consulted Trophonious. Leo flew away to warn them. Meanwhile, Meg, Grover, and I left to rescue Herophile, another one of my Oracles, who Caligula had locked up. But we needed to retrieve his sandals in order to navigate the Labyrinth - that’s where she was being kept, yes it came back, no, I don’t know how. That’s when everything went wrong.”

A small sob escaped Apollo’s throat. “Jason, he- he’d gotten a prophecy MONTHS ago, saying that we’d only succeed if he and Piper came with Meg and I on our quest, but that either he or Piper would die. He decided right then that it WOULDN’T be Piper. He fought off Caligula long enough for us to get away, but died in the process. Crest - he’s a Pandos - he helped us get away. He helped us the next day too. He held off Medea, stopped her from destroying me, at the cost of his own life. We would’ve been finished if not for-”

Apollo startled, wide-eyed. “The Silver Wives! The Meliai! If we had just waited until they’d woken up, Crest would still be alive!”

He grabbed me urgently. “Percy. There are several special seeds that Meg’s family had been working on for MILLENNIA. They’re at her childhood home, Aeithales. Meg MUST be the one to plant them. Only she can make them grow. Wait to attack until those dryads are awake if possible. They’ll be invaluable.”

I nodded. “I will.”

Apollo let out a breath of relief and let go. 

The four of us rounded the corner. I saw the god Apollo pacing around by the Empire State Building, waiting for us. And beside him...

Mortal Apollo stood still for a moment, slack-jawed. Then he came to his surges and surged towards the second figure desperately, the three of us following in his wake.

[that-was-anticlimactic]

Stupid With Love (Plasma / Glacier) (Ninjago Valentine’s Day Three)

Day Three: AU- I chose to do a Percy Jackson AU for this, because I couldn’t think of much else. I’m not too proud of this, romance is not my genre, especially because I did my best to keep it from being depressing, but here it is! (also it’s kind of rushed because I didn’t want it to be super long!)

For the record... Cole is the son of Athena, Zane is the son of Poseidon, Kai is the son of Hephaestus, Jay is the son of Hermes, and Lloyd is the son of Hades.

My previous two were better than that so go check that out if you want, but uh, here is Stupid With Love!

Oh! And the ending was my irl friend’s idea, it was just too cute to resist! So was all of the cliche moments I tried. Each time I asked her if I should go with the cliche, she responded with a big YES. But yeah. My goal was to make this as cliche as possible. Once again, I can’t figure out how to do the “read more” so sorry to everyone who’s feed this popped up in who didn’t want to read this mess!

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“Cole, you are terrible at this,” Zane commented, chuckling as he watched Cole’s arrow once again missed the target.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want Seaweed Brain, but at least I am incredibly successful at hand to hand combat,” the son of Athena replied snarkily, playfully shoving the other in the shoulder.

“Here,” Zane smiled. “You’ve got to keep your shoulders lowered and relaxed, you are too tense.” He placed a hand on his shoulder, gently pushing down. “And make sure you’re drawing the string back to your cheek, like this.” The son of Poseidon placed his other hand on top of Cole’s before lifting the bow back up, and helping him draw the string back to his cheek.

A few feet away, standing near a different set of targets, watching the two were Jay and Kai. “Oh gods,” Jay gagged. “Kill me now.”

“Only if you kill me first,” Kai groaned, shaking his head and aiming his bow at the target. “Hey you two,” he called once he hit the bullseye. “this is archery practice, there are other people here, get a room!”

Zane immediately let go of Cole, his cheeks slowly turning a bright shade of red while Cole took a few steps in the opposite direction.

“No we-we weren’t, we were just-”

“I-I just wanted-I mean I just wanted to help- nothing was-”

Kai rolled his eyes at the stuttering messes. “When are they just going to suck it up and start dating, I mean they practically are at this point anyways.”

“You know them,” Jay sighed. “Everyone knows they like each other but the two of them. Cole told me that there was no way Zane would ever love him the other day. I tried telling him to just go for it, you know, but he told me that would never work.”

“Yeah, Zane told me that Cole was straight yesterday- can you believe that! Cole straight!” he snorted, reloading his bow. “They’re both so stupid with love, I’m just so sick of watching them pine after each other.”

“You and me both,” Jay agreed, letting go of the string on his bow and watching the arrow soar. He then suddenly lit up, a smirk slowly growing on his face. “You know… if they can’t figure it out themselves, why not… help them?”

Kai let his bow fall to the ground and turned towards Jay. “Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?” he asked.

“Well, not to brag but I am the son of Hermes after all,” Jay said, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Why Jay Walker, you devious elf,” Kai began, dismissing Jay’s protest at the nickname and wrapping an arm around his boyfriend. “What do you have planned?”

----

“Okay, Operation: Get These Two Lovebirds to Admit That They’re Gay For Each Other is a go!” Jay exclaimed, eagerly rubbing his hands together. “Stage one, a picnic.”

“Are you sure this is going to work?” Kai questioned, glancing down at the setup before him. “A picnic could be completely platonic to them.”

Jay scoffed. “How could anyone find a picnic platonic? They’re the most romantic date anyone could ever have!”

“Noted,” Kai chuckled. “You told Cole to come, right?”

“Yup, told him Zane wanted I see him.”

“Heh, I told Zane that Cole wanted to see him,” Kai responded. “Great minds think alike.”

“That they- oh oH they’re coming!” Jay exclaimed, grabbing Kai’s hand and pulling him into the bushes upon seeing the two coming from opposite directions.

They silently watched the two approach each other, each with confused looks on their facse. Kai and Jay saw their mouths move, and chuckled a little when they saw embarrassment at the realization that they had been set up on a date flash across their faces.

Jay squealed as Zane gestured towards the blanket, inviting Cole to sit with him anyways.

Kai grabbed his boyfriend’s hand and gave it a squeeze. They were doing it! Things were going well! Maybe this would get Zane and Cole to finally start dating!

At least, they were going well.

Cole and Zane had just begun to eat their food (graciously made for them by Jay) when the ground began to rumble. Kai and Jay exchanged looks of shock. What was going on?

Their question was answered soon, though, as a young boy ran into the the field and stood in between Zane and Cole. “MWAHAHAH!” the boy laughed.

Jay almost screeched. Almost.

“What the heck is Lloyd Garmadon doing here?” he whisper-screamed. “He’s ruining their date!”

“Come on, he loves Zane and Cole, he wouldn’t try and sabotage them, even he must be annoyed that they haven’t started dating yet?” responded Kai in a hushed voice.

Alas, they were mistaken, for Lloyd Garmadon raised his hands in the air, causing the ground to rumble more, and suddenly the bones of what looked like a dog was erupted from the ground and in the middle of their picnic.

“Aaaand I spoke too soon,” Kai sighed, face palming.

The long deceased dog began to run around, stealing things and wreaking havoc on the picnic. Lloyd stood in the middle of it all, laughing as Cole and Zane had to chase the dog for it had stolen Zane’s bow.

Kai stood up, pointed at Lloyd until the kid saw him, then gestured for him to come to them. When Lloyd got there, Kai squatted back down and indicated Lloyd do the same. He opened his mouth to speak, but Jay beat him to it.

“What were you thinking?” the son of Hermes cried. “You just ruined their picnic!”

Lloyd shook his head excitedly. “No! Kai told me about the picnic and I helped! Cole and Zane love dogs! See! Now they have a dog to play with!”

Kai face palmed again while Jay silently fumed. “So, Plan B?” Kai asked.

“Plan B,” Jay confirmed with a sigh.

----

Plan B was a little simpler. As in, there was a tiny- tiny- weapons storage closet by the woods that was just big enough to fit two people (Jay and Kai would know for they had made out in it many times). They cleared the closet of the weapons, then Kai got Zane, Jay got Cole, and theu shoved the two in the closet, locked the door, and eagerly waited.

Cole’s first instinct after being forced into a small closet was to bang continuously on the door. “COME ON!” he yelled, pounding his fists against the door. “LET US OUT! THIS IS GETTING RIDICULOUS! THIS ISN’T FUNNY GUYS!”

Zane didn’t pound, instead he attempted to open the door, but he too scolded his friends. “IT IS RATHER SMALL IN HERE, PERHAPS WE COULD SOLVE WHATEVER’S HAPPENING OUTSIDE OF THE CLOSET?”

But no matter how much they yelled, pounded, or attempted to break the lock, they were still stuck in there.

They both stopped after a few minutes, their attempts proving to be fruitless, and that’s when the realized how close they were to each other. Their chests were practically touching, their faces were inches away from each others, and their hands kept brushing against the other’s.

“Heh, uh, this-this isn’t quite how I thought we’d end up,” Cole laughed hastily, attempting to back as far away from Zane as he could.

“Me neither,” admitted the son of Poseidon, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “This is… rather unpleasant.”

“I’ll say,” Cole scoffed, grimacing as his back hit the closet wall almost immediately, leaving his body still practically pressed against Zane’s. “You have any idea why they’re, uh, doing this?”

Zane hummed in thought for a moment, hesitant as to whether he should instigate the idea, before saying, “I believe they think locking us in a closet will make us express our love for each other.” A deep blush began spreading across his cheeks as he said it.

Cole chuckled nervously, very aware Zane’s thigh pressed against his. “That’s… I mean that’s crazy, ha… ha…” he trailed off sheepishly, noticing a slight frown on the taller’s face at his statement. He sighed before taking a leap of courage and -- gods forbid-- taking Jay’s advice. “But what if I’m wrong and it’s not crazy?” he asked, biting his lip and sending an embarrassed look Zane’s way. “What if I’ve been wanting to express MY love for you for awhile? I mean… would that be crazy to you?”

Zane’s eyes widened in surprise. He stared at Cole for a moment, attempting to process what he had just heard. He stared a moment too long, though, for Cole’s expression fell and he looked away, ashamed. “I’m sorry I’ll just-I’ll- ” he started, reaching for the handle to presumably try and pry the door open again, but Zane managed to get a hold of himself and cut him off by taking a hold of Cole’s wrist with one hand and pulled him closer so their chests were touching. “What’re you-”

But Zane didn’t give him a chance to finish the sentence. He leaned down and pressed their lips together. He was quite pleased when Cole began to kiss him back.

His hands began to run through Cole’s hair and he in return placed both of his hands on Zane’s face. It was magical.

They broke apart after a minute, wide grins on each of their faces. “Oh gods,” Cole breathed, his eyes never leaving Zane’s. “That-that was…”

“I know,” Zane said, giggling at his flustered friend. “I suppose Kai and Jay did something good for once.”

“Speaking of,” Cole started, tilting his head towards the door. “We should probably talk about what just happened, and I’d rather not do it in a tiny storage closet.”

“Agreed,” Zane smiled.

The two demigods began to pound on the door once more. “JAY! KAI! COME ON LET US OUT!” Cole yelled.

“PLEASE, FRIENDS! IT IS RATHER CRAMPED IN HERE!” added Zane.

Two groans could be heard from the other side of the door where Kai and Jay stood. “Darn it, I really thought the closet would work!” Jay moaned, stomping his foot. “Are they both really that oblivious?”

“I’m afraid so,” answered Kai, shaking his head in disappointment. “Plan C?”

“Plan C.”

So Kai unlocked the closet door. Cole and Zane stumbled out, but before they could say anything or Kai and Jay caught a glimpse of the smiles on their faces, the sons of Hephaestus and Hermes each grabbed one of Cole’s arms and took off, dragging him along with them as they ran. “SORRY GUYS, BUT THIS IS FOR YOUR OWN GOOD!” Jay yelled loudly enough for Zane to hear.

“What-what’re you doing?” Cole exclaimed angrily, trying to pry his arms about of his friends’ hands and stumbling as he tried to keep up with their running. “The closet thing-”

“Yeah yeah, we know it didn’t work. That’s why we’re trying Plan C!” interrupted Jay. “Kai, is he coming?”

Kai turned his head in the opposite direction and grinned when he saw the tall figure of Zane chasing after them. “Yup. Just like we planned.”

Cole saw the mischievous grins on their faces and panic began to stir inside of him.  “Plan C? Just like we pl- guys what are you-” he cut himself off as he saw where they were headed. “Oh gods please tell me you’re not going too…”

“Oh yes we are, Cole!” Jay squealed. The two boys slowed down as they became closer to the lake.

This is for your own good, Cole, and you know it,” Kai added as the son of Athena tried to free himself once more.

Kai and Jay made sure they had a firm grasp on their friend, and as soon as they saw Zane come into view behind them, together they picked him up and chucked him into the lake.

Zane skidded to a stop by his two friends just as Cole’s screams became muffled, for he hit the water and was now under. The son of Poseidon just gazed at Kai and Jay in horror as the two high-fived. “What? Why-why would that possibly seem like a good idea?” he exclaimed. “Cole can swim but these waters are dangerous!”

“Haha, go save your man, son of Poseidon,” Kai smirked, guestering towards the water.

Zane rolled his eyes before running into the lake before him. He dove under the water and began to search for “his man”. He was surprised at how far Kai and Jay managed to throw Cole, for when he did find him, he was a little ways away from the shore. It appeared as though he managed to swim to the surface and stick his head out (thank the gods), and Zane was going to help him back to shore when he had an idea.

He swam towards Cole, grabbed one of his legs, and pulled him under. The son of Athena struggled a bit at first, but relaxed when he saw it was Zane that pulled him. He raised a questioning eyebrow at his more-than-a-friend.

Zane just winked at him before willing a bubble to pop up around Cole’s head so he could breathe. “I figured we could spend some quality time under here before we go back to shore. Kai and Jay do deserve a bit of a scare for throwing you in,” he explained shyly, reaching for Cole’s hands and holding them tenderly.

Cole grinned widely at him. “I love that idea, Seaweed Brain.”

“And I love you, Wise Boy.”

Cole’s grin just got wider.

Then, almost as if they were in sync, the two slowly leaned towards each other and connected their lips.

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Kai and Jay were able to throw Cole far because of plot convenience. That’s how that happened, the plot demanded it. Sorry this sucked guys, but hey, I did it! I wrote a romance thing that wasn’t depressing! My second on ever (my first being the movie!Lava fic)

[takaraphoenix]

1, 2, 16, 19.

Thanks for asking, my dear! ^o^

1. Name a ship that feels like home.

*laughs* I already gave a rather elaborate answer for that. But you know me, I’m a multishipper at heart.

Another, different ship that feels like home for me…

Seiya/Usagi. That might have just been my first experience of “But wait. They are far cuter than her with the guy she ends up with!”. Prior to Sailor Moon, shipping didn’t really exist to me. It was just… watching a show/movie and when two people ended up with each other, well, they ended up with each other. I didn’t quite care for it either way.

And then Sailor Moon came along and for seasons, I just… watched and accepted that Usagi-chan is with Mamoru, because That’s How It Is. And then they wrote Mamoru off the show and replaced him with Seiya and I love Seiya so much and she had such a much better dynamic with Usagi than Mamoru, they were so cute together and Usagi did definitely return her feelings to some capacity, otherwise there would not have been as much blushing and getting into such situations.

…And then the fucking show brought Mamoru back and the two remained endgame and I was like “No. What. No. Go get together with Seiya?? He makes you way more happy than Mamoru does! You are way cuter together!!!” and for the first, and actually only time, there was a love-triangle and the protagonist ended up with the wrong angle. And I was confused.

And that’s how I got into shipping, like the concept of it. I didn’t know about fanfiction back then, heck really not, though later on I did get into Sailor Moon fanfiction too when I learned about those.

And even now, every time I rewatch the anime - which, I did periodically as a kid and teenager and then it became fewer and fewer but still - I immediately get dragged back into this ship and this mournful feeling of “oh no. she’s gonna end up with the wrong guy again, isn’t she?”, like rewatching would somehow change the outcome of the story…

But yeah, there’s so much sentimental value attached to this ship for me, because Sailor Moon, at large, was really the first big thing for me, it was the very first show I was really intensely invested in and hyped - I had so much merch, my room was plastered with posters, I had the bedsheets, I never missed a rerun, I had the damn soundtrack and listened to it on a loop (much to my father’s misery…). And even years after the fact, when I discovered the vastness of what anime fandoms are like, I never lost it. Fanarts exist? Let me look up all the pretty Sailor Moon. Wait, doujinshi? Oooh, let’s look for Sailor Moon (note: DO NOT LOOK FOR SAILOR MOON DOUJINSHI. Especially not when you’re only 12 years old. Don’t. Don’t do that). Fanfiction? The same. My first… proper collectible anime figurines that were not just toys from Toys’R’Us was a set of Sailor Moon and the Outer Senshi.

There’s no fandom that is more nostalgic than Sailor Moon to me, and consequently, my first ship holds a huge feeling of coming home.

2. Name a ship that you love but have conflicted feelings over.

Interesting one… I mean, I guess I’d have to say Poseidon/Percy. He’s his dad and it’ll never stop feeling weird writing it, but at the same time I do ship it, because… he’s not A Dad. He’s the sperm-donor who then shows his face for the first time when Percy is 12 and meets Percy like… a total of four times maybe. On the basis of “he’s Percy’s dad”, I genuinely have a more permanent full-stop no-ship reaction to Paul than to Poseidon, because in actual canon, Poseidon was never much of a dad. Sure, sure, fanfiction, fleshing out what little there is in canon.

But, at the same time, that can go the other way. These are Greek gods and honestly, fucking their kids is like… what they do. So, for the most part this ship for me is “Percy getting wooed by the King of the Sea, all powerful, totally spoiling him, Percy getting godhood and the fucking respect he deserves. Blood relation nonwithstanding”, but there is a “but he is Percy’s father and you’re mainly writing them with a father-son relationship” in the back of my mind half the time. Most the time, that’s being solved by doubling down on a daddy kink. Which is kind of ironic considering that’s not really my kink either, but you make work with what you have.

Especially the more often I wrote Poseidon as a Good Dad who actually raises Percy, it does feel more and more conflicting. Because for me, the incest problem has never been much about blood but about the dynamic of the characters and the “actually being raised by them”-part. It’s why more recent fics featuring the ship have been about Neptune/Percy - still the same god, but also thanks to Riordan’s weird stunt, also kinda Not. Loophole! ;D

16. Name a ship in which you love all characters equally.

Nicercy. Differently though.

Like, I’ve explained my weird character-love before, but here’s the highlights of it: I usually always latch onto one character and love them in a “this is the character I want to write about, the suffering poor precious I wanna make feel better because canon fucks them over about the trauma” - you know, the protagonists and bottoms of my stories like Percy, Jace, Jack, etc. And then there is “I love the character-design of this one - physical, powers, background, personality. This is my favorite character, I love them” - that’s Nico though, in this case.

So, while usually in my ships one character is both of those things and the other character can just… vary between like basically all other characters from this fandom, PJO is a very rare fandom in that my two categories of favorite character don’t overlap in one. And thus, this ship is the one bringing together the two different types of favorite character I have.

It’s rare, there is only a very, very small number of ships where that’s the case, because in most fandoms, the character I latch onto and the character I love as a character the most are one and the same.

19. Name the ship with the loveliest fans.

Oh, Nicercy, hands down! I just love them? They are the sweetest readers and I made a lot of wonderful friends among those shippers. ^o^

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